Cruise Control Songtext

Let's show them boys who's in control
Don't tell me bout them do's or don'ts
They slip, they copping lead
Fuck that, I heard 'bout what they said
Keep spinning back till something's dead
No options here, we're tagging toes
If you go missing, no one knows
I guess that answers the question
To why we get no fucking shows
That's why I put that shit in cruise control (Ayy, gang)
Clock that back and watch him losе his soul

Straight from that yard
I can't chill, I'm in that field out on parole
I told JM don't get mе no strippers
Bro, I want a pole
What's with that side all holding hands and shit
Like this shit getting old
Cross that line, I don't care bout who he is
He paid a toll All I hear is cap, so let's bring back the facts
I'm still smoking that Tino pack
Bro what is this, how good is this
Yo, ha im back
Still with them shooters they ain't thinking twice
Bro gone let it slap
They don't care 'bout where they at
They just care 'bout getting back

Pour me a cup of what you're sippin
Get me tipsy for this shit
Them boys some sixties, turn them Ricky
When I'm reaching for my heat
Been in a pub with all the crims
So you can say I'm in the mix
I'm like a camera man the way that I be shooting all these clips
So I just put that Glock in cruise control
Clean it up and get it sold
We don't play no games 'round here
Boy, this shit ain't no Super Bowl
Come through like your stick
And we gone have your family digging holes
No, I can not sleep, or like in poker i cannot ever fold

That's why I put that shit in cruise control
Clock that back and watch him lose his soul
That's why I put that shit in cruise control
Time to show that side who's in control