Yes Jayco
Hey Ruken, where you at bruh?
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
(Woah)
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
You slow if you dumbass niggas think I would ever go
Can't go, I didn't stop squeezing until I got up close
He's toast, I'm turning niggas into f*cking ghosts
Case closed, his body filled up with all them holes
Me and my plotters I can't give that spot to no one else (uh-huh)
Seven sixty two's I'm riding around tryna give someone that belt (tryna give someone that belt)
I'm smoking peach crescendo, nigga this top shelf
I swear to god this hammer will get niggas nailed
I said if I come to get you then you dead
I'm collecting souls, I got one inside the head (cover your head)
Go and get him rolled, this bitch gon' aim straight for his head (straight for his head)
I get him gone, we sliding on shit just like a sled does (just like a sled)
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
Woah
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
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Yes Jayco
Hey Ruken, where you at bruh?
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
(Woah)
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
You slow if you dumbass niggas think I would ever go
Can't go, I didn't stop squeezing until I got up close
He's toast, I'm turning niggas into f*cking ghosts
Case closed, his body filled up with all them holes
Me and my plotters I can't give that spot to no one else (uh-huh)
Seven sixty two's I'm riding around tryna give someone that belt (tryna give someone that belt)
I'm smoking peach crescendo, nigga this top shelf
I swear to god this hammer will get niggas nailed
I said if I come to get you then you dead
I'm collecting souls, I got one inside the head (cover your head)
Go and get him rolled, this bitch gon' aim straight for his head (straight for his head)
I get him gone, we sliding on shit just like a sled does (just like a sled)
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
Woah
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
Hey Ruken, where you at bruh?
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
(Woah)
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
You slow if you dumbass niggas think I would ever go
Can't go, I didn't stop squeezing until I got up close
He's toast, I'm turning niggas into f*cking ghosts
Case closed, his body filled up with all them holes
Me and my plotters I can't give that spot to no one else (uh-huh)
Seven sixty two's I'm riding around tryna give someone that belt (tryna give someone that belt)
I'm smoking peach crescendo, nigga this top shelf
I swear to god this hammer will get niggas nailed
I said if I come to get you then you dead
I'm collecting souls, I got one inside the head (cover your head)
Go and get him rolled, this bitch gon' aim straight for his head (straight for his head)
I get him gone, we sliding on shit just like a sled does (just like a sled)
I don't just stretch him I'll take his soul (take his soul)
Woah
I'm going eighty on my way back home
(Way back home)
I took I-eighty on my way back home (woah)
Woah
I'm going so fast the car might flip and roll over (uh-huh)
By myself I been on my own
Alone
I'm by myself I cannot trust no one
No matter where I go I keep that ratchet stowed
Crows go and fly to his body I'm collecting souls
Writer: James Crawford
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