Empty Highways.
I feel…so delighted (So delighted)
It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m cruising down empty highways (Empty Highways)
Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways (Looking at me sideways)
It’s 4:30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways (Empty Highways)
Looking on the street, now they looking at me sideways (Looking at me sideways)
Looking at me sideways, looking at me sideways
Empty highways (Empty highways)
Yeah, yeah, ay
I got pussy on my mind and I got pussy on my lips
I got gas inside the whip, just in case a nigga trip
Tell a hater “Quit bitch!” and get the fuck up off my dick ay
Niggas still talking but we killing them all
I’m always smoked up, I hate taking pictures in malls
Shut the fuck up
Niggas don’t rap, they just mumbling shit
Sold twenty thousand records call it numbers and shit
But who am I to judge? I’m on the come up and shit
I know your boyfriend don’t like me, what a bummer little bitch ay
Tech’s got the weed, smell like ciggies and shit
This that new wave I mean who jiggy than this?
This a third world country but y’all act like it’s not
That’s the first fucking problem y’all be making a lot
Take them fake chains off dawg
Oh it’s gold plated if you say so dawg
Shooter got the gamma on the beats
No trampolines but it’s still jumping in the streets
Now do you wanna roll with me?
Say do you wanna roll with me? (Yo, I can’t sing but bare with me)
I feel…so delighted
It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m cruising down empty highways
People on the street, now they looking at me sideways
When I’m looking in the mirror all I see is empty highways
Empty Highways
