"Dave East Bars On I-95 Freestyle" lyrics

"Dave East Bars On I-95 Freestyle"

Oh my God
Oh my, oh my God

Shooter I miss you baby
Ya heard

Look look
Live by the code, got doctored by the ocean
Crumbs on the stove, a few options when you hoping
A couple niggas got it, bunch of niggas tryna get it
Something foreign from a civic, push a button then we floating
2 white chicks got cuzzo rich, the Olsens
Fiends shaking, either it's a seizure or convulsion
Beamer and I'm focused, seen a demon on a poster
Had to blink, I think I'm seeing shit
The DB9 is focused
Jumping out ya garbage with the carbon late august
Trunk full of duck and rope tape, grenade launchers
Bags at Kate Moss, got cuzzo a grey Porsche
Sitting down, he was shackled, razor on him stay sharp
Get a shape up
Lawyer tap dancing on his case, he got...
60 days left and a wake up
DA tryna get some evidence to keep him caged up
Burpees to the bar dips, pull ups got his weight up
Got caught in the morning, Cartiers on
His waves up
Just took off his durag, he smiling got his name up
Nothing he ashamed of, over a pack of noodles get you shanked up
Came home and can't work a IPhone his brain stuck
He just got a Instagram page, see his age up
Posted mad selfies, few likes, see this...

This shit done changed up
Praying to the most high to get by
Some of us got the same luck
But look, back against the wall and all you got is you
You gotta expect the grimey shit they prolly do
Tryna find out who they talking bout, it's prolly you
But wide open, niggas can't finish the alley oop

Auntie she been getting high since 92'
Shmurder dancing to the money
I know Bobby too
In 3rd grade getting lifted, it was prolly glue
Lobster and Steak from... and a pot of soup
In order to have a plan, put action behind it
Learn how to drive, you can't afford to be crashing behind it
Only time I'm nervous is if they was actually behind us
Chamillionaire, we riding dirty no matter the climate
We chose the Best Western for the bag up
Somewhere down in Delaware just trust me it's gone add up
95 South on the turnpike fill the gas up
And if you see police just let'em pass us
We ain't gotta speed
Don't light up that blunt, you know the drill
One thing is on my mind, don't let nobody fuck this cash up
Early morning spinning like we came to pick your trash up
Me and all my niggas at this table like The Last Sup
Can't set fire to a bridge and try to patch up
Eligible bachelor, I'll show you where the spatula
When you getting scratched that shit could bring a rash up
End up doing slow time tryna get a fast buck