Wheels Fall Off (feat. Quando Rondo)

I pour two thirties, rollin' sixties just like I was a Crip

Knock off his hat like a chimney, I swear I gotta keep this bitch with me

How many shells in this bitch? I got plenty for all, y'all

Long live M.M. and E.J., swear I wish I was there for ya, and then we still be spinnin'

Tell the Devil or tell the Lord we sinnin', I ain't for nothin', know I'ma ride till the end

Till the wheels fall off

By myself up out the door, and I'll shoot at all y'all

Fuck all those Willies, I'll just go show 'em how to play ball, y'all

That boy can barely cancel 'em off, fuck around, take a nose off

My **** be freezin' in that snow, two and two carats, oh Lord

Yeah, I'll do better and I'll go around tryna steal with the clothes on

I got that bag, and I'll be scorin' that **** that showed for it

Went down to blaze, tell ya, I ain't enjoyed whiskey in so long

Wish that I had enough for life, I been in it for so long

I pour two thirties rollin' sixties just like I was a Crip

Knock off his hat like a chimney, I swear I gotta keep this bitch with me

How many shells in this bitch? I got plenty for all, y'all

Long live M.M. and E.J., swear I wish I was there for ya, and then we still be spinnin'

Tell the Devil or tell the Lord we sinnin', I ain't for nothin', know I'ma ride till the end

Till the wheels fall off

Head to the ground, pray to the Lord, they got my mans in the pen'

You could hear the change all my voice, I want this pain for the end

He broke the code, show no remorse, we up and aim with advance

Look at my past, I ain't have a choice, I watch my granny meet ends (Not a label)

I got a codeine problem, we hit the store, and then we pour up

I pissed out codeine water

I'm leanin' over, I might O.D. off this codeine bottle

I know you ain't show me riches, and I don't fuck 'round with my father

If I ain't wear this Gucci or Fendi, it's just the big Prada

I pour two thirties rollin' sixties just like I was a Crip

Knock off his hat like a chimney, I swear I gotta keep this bitch with me

How many shells in this bitch? I got plenty for all, y'all

Long live M.M. and E.J., swear I wish I was there for ya, and then we still be spinnin'

Tell the Devil or tell the Lord we sinnin', I ain't for nothin', know I'ma ride till the end

Till the wheels fall off