Biking

Album: Not on an album (2017)
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  • Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
    Ay, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
    Goes around comes around
    What goes, alright, like like
    Life goes in cycles
    Everything that comes around goes around
    'Fore it goes down, get you some ice

    Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
    So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
    Audemars before all of y'alls
    Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
    12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh
    Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh
    E.T. on the handles, uh
    Handlebars like a Xanax
    Shammgod with the AND1 moves
    Throw that shit 'round your neck
    Right quick, broke boys get fixed
    Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
    Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip
    Uh, sidebar

    Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
    Raf movin' slow like a creep
    Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
    And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)
    When's the last time I asked for some help that
    I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
    I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't)
    When's the last time I asked for some help that
    I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
    Nobody

    I don't get weak in the knees
    Hundreds spread out like a fan
    Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
    Open the sky, get a handful
    Torso marked up like a vandal
    How you not fuckin' with cash?
    God gave you what you could handle
    Gave you what you could handle
    I got the grip like the handle
    And I'm bikin'
    I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
    Hades got the angels
    TV's got the angles
    I'm brakin', got

    Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo
    Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
    I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
    How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
    The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
    On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
    The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
    Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
    Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
    Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
    Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
    Me and my baby can't do on our own
    I landed a trick, got my impossibles
    I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
    24 hours like they never close
    I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
    Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
    I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
    I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
    Savage, I'm bikin', yeah

    From coldwater to the shaw
    Alcoholic way I handle the bars
    This a PK, PK Ripper
    Nah, you can't fuck with the boy
    That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em
    My tire smokin' when I stop
    Okay, nobody fuckin' with me
    My accolades hang from my neck
    Pedal, I drown in the heat
    My sapphires drown in my sweat
    White mags, but I jet
    Jackson, I'm savin' the streets
    I'm Roger Rabbit in the air
    I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah
    Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
    Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
    I rose my rate, brand new brakes
    Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

    I don't get weak in the knees
    Hundreds spread out like a fan
    Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
    Open the sky, get a handful
    Torso marked up like a vandal
    How you not fuckin' with cash?
    God gave you what you could handle
    Gave you what you could handle
    I got the grip like the handle
    And I'm bikin'
    I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
    Hades got the angels
    TV's got the angles
    I'm brakin'

    Got, got me fucked up
    Got 50 thousand racks
    Got 50 thousand racks
    Got, got me fucked up
    Got me fucked up, up
    50 thousand racks
    Got, got me fucked up, up
    50 thousand racks
    Got, got me fucked up
    Got 50 thousand racks
    Got 50 thousand racks
    Got, got me fucked up
    Got me fucked up, up
    50 thousand racks
    Got, got me fucked up, up
    50 thousand racks Writer/s: Adam King Feeney, Christopher Breaux, Jacob Ludvig Olofsson, Rami Dawood, Shawn Carter, Tyler Okonma
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Global Talent Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
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