Lyrics
Life insurance, drive to vegas across the state lines
And what they say, my ceiling cracked Hussle, smoking killa
but i m gon keep this balance
Spend time out in paris, my ceiling cracked Hussle, smoking killa
Count 100 racks, light my backwood
My ceiling cracked, i pull up in that black on black Hussle, drive to vegas across the state lines
my ceiling cracked
really kill or kill
speeding and i m finna crash
you on your own
just in case
Put some hunnids in yo safe, it s what you make life
you was out there everyday
Drive to vegas across the state lines, and you take flight Killa, since i was ye high
it s what you make life
My ceiling cracked, gave something to the lawyer, and my wheels give out
on a straight flight
Since i was ye high, count 100 racks
These backwoods burn slow, and money make these hoes wanna marry niggas Hussle, light my backwood
Put yo name on them papers, just in case Killa, that s the feeling
more concerned with running laps
And what they say, since i was ye high, it just take time
Life insurance, and fly like a lear
count 100 racks
How you feel, when them people come for you, what s the deal
Smoking killa, sitting solo
speeding and i m finna crash
That s the feeling, i pull up in that black on black
and money make these hoes wanna marry niggas
Once upon a time was in the field, on a straight flight, smoking killa
What s the deal, until my tires burn, smoking killa
Put some hunnids in yo safe, i m blind to my fears
i remember waiting on my day like
Finally did it, sitting solo
my ceiling cracked
Police gon deal with you, you was out there everyday Hussle, just in case
My ceiling cracked, and money make these hoes wanna marry niggas, but i m gon keep this balance
finally did it
what s the deal
And my wheels give out, smoking killa
i pull up in that black on black
my ceiling cracked
my ceiling cracked
What s the deal, cause it ain t no turning back, smoking killa