"This That" lyrics

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Ay, if you got one, light that bitch up, motherfucker
Hahaha, yeah

This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah
This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah

This that Optimo, that Oldsmobile
This that pull up by myself, no security with me, no, not here
This that I don't take orders, I don't take shit
I been drinking water and hitting that gym
2021, I be going real big
So big, they be like, "How you carry that shit?"
Dog, I been stressing, now the stress gone
Strutting in the game years long
Had a bunch of people try me
Now them same lames, yeah they all gone
Drop a project, let my team know
You fuck a duck, I'm with ten swans
This the level that you hating motherfuckers wish I was not on

Yeah yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you
The cheese we own be blue
And you can't fit these shoes
Yeah, yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you
Chevy got a phantom roof
And the south side got me too

This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah
This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah

This that "Oh shit, there's a cop on my bumper"
This that two 12s in a ported box, got the slap sounding like thunder
This that ah-hah, that fuck you, this middle finger when I pass dudes
There's a lifestyle that I attach to and when the world ends, I'm still that dude
Mr. backwoods, Mr. Tennessee, Mr. ain't no telling what I'm finna be
Going down in Music City history for telling mainstream to go suck a D
All this southern comfort baby up for free
Especially when you rolling well as me
It's 6-1-5 until the grass ain't green
I'm the farms, rivers, hills, and the creeks

Yeah yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you
The cheese we own be blue
And you can't fit these shoes
Yeah, yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you
Chevy got a phantom roof
And the south side got me too

This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah
This that riding around for no reason
Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefing, yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue dream and a swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah