Cruising on Fumes

Rockin' the same old 'lo sweater Fabric still reeks of weed smoke, bredda! Yo, how you cop loud without no chedda? I'm sayin', mind your own binnis. you should know better Tank empty like a politician's soul I've been running on fumes since a week ago If homie got five on it he can go! Harsh, but courtesy don't pay for the petro Besides, ain't I smoke 'im out last week? Held the L longer than Max B's rap sheet Nah it's cool though. need to find some culo. Tighter than aretha franklin whippin' in a two-door And it's hot as slavery? what up with the pool though? Let's hit up them apartments. invite every girl you know Man, we out of green? then wassup with the brew though? But I ain't gettin' faded, I'm still tryin' to cruise, yo Old whip. new stereo Low chips. plenty dro I'm good, folk I'm good, folk Ridin' 'round broke But I'm good, though Spot a chick. ride slow Spot a pig. I'm ghost I'm good, folk I'm good, folk Fuel running low, it's nothin' Where you wanna go? In the whip baking. yellow light? race it Music through the phone, fuck a radio station See a bunch of bunnies in the lane adjacent All hot enough to cause dehydration Tell me why we cruising where you run into the bacon? I don't fuck with no swine like a muslim Them suckers too liberal with the cuffin' And book you like it's nuffin' So fuck it, when you pull up on the next turn take it Bust a U-y. roll another doobie You know brovas high when they compare life to a movie Honestly and truly? it's really not that crazy though Eyes so low it's like an aspect ratio Cast call for a bad chick to make a cameo Acting like a good girl, performance uncanny, bro Hope she like weed, 'cause ain't tryin' to pay her dough We break bread with none of these hoes