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Peacemakers
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Saturday Night Rides
Turn me up
Yeah ahh
Illusions
The future is concluded
Continued in this path
You still wanna test my wrath
Its early in the morning had your girl hop in a cab
Dial a cab we finna call up Mengie ask him where he at?
The hills are always quiet folks dont mind its not their business
If your really half as serious then i don't think im willing
In the traphouse getting cramped up with these niggas who be dealing
Driving medicated like im going to the hospital
Passing through a red to wait in line is so impossible
Boys are getting schooled by older boys is just the consequence
Elevator trippin window shopping i might cop again
Elders always negative then shocked when niggas flop again
How am i so different your son is on that toke again
Yesterday was different you opened up and spoke again
Pressure getting heavy i won't end up like the most of them
Fame and any other thing i'm never really bothered with
Aaah
And now you got a new swagg
But you ain't got a dime to your name
Your kick game mj game
You still ain't got no change
Im Swervin in the whip real late
Like late enough to cancel up the date
Im driving on a speed like im kicking lewis butt
My niggas on trees get that pizza for us
My bitch 18 so she don't give a fuck
And they don't understand though
We gon take the bong and flip, fill it up until we feeling alright
I'm chilling with my mans though
We gon roll it up and spliff it, bless the joint and never pass it to the right
We never ever hassle
We gon get the loud pack, loud pack, you can smell it from a mile
We was never ready though
For the Saturday night, the Saturday night rides
The Saturday night we was never ready though
We was never ready for the Saturday night, the Saturday night rides
Uh It's Saturday, got out the shower, got the power pack then Erick came
Still hella early we just waiting for the gang
Cleo look at me like why the bong don't look the same
Man that shit dun' broke last month
Xavi geeking kicked over but it still pack a punch and shit I'm hungry mafucker I ain't even had lunch
Better get some shit to eat or I be geeking like a chump
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So we head over to the crib
KK brought some bud with 'em
Shit was hella small and we was all the way straight stomping him
Till we packed the bowl
Eyes low
Minor overdose
Time was moving slow
K.dot playing on the stereo
We geeking geeking geeking
This shit happen on the weekend
It's like this happened for a reason
We still searching for the meaning
To the life that we was living
Me and Erick trippin'
Hit the bong we blowing strong
Class in session pay attention
Cartoons with the
Sound off, we floating through existence
Bitch don't kill my vibe
No need for interference
Gonna keep putting in work till I get my dividends
You ain't got no cred, you niggas insufficient
Steady trippin on the low
Still ain't got no time for hoes
Mordecai and Rigby look like they been moving hella slow
Still fucking with hella flows
Still major improvements though
Caught fucking with hella hoes we had to keep it on the low
We was on that Saturday night trip
Hit the bong and er'body hella lit
Blowing strong with the confidence, no kinda consequence, it's evident we on some other shit
We was on that Saturday night trip
Hit the bong and er'body hella lit
Blowing strong with the confidence, no kinda consequence, it's evident we on some other shit
And they don't understand though
We gon take the bong and flip, fill it up until we feeling alright
I'm chilling with my mans though
We gon roll it up and spliff it, bless the joint and never pass it to the right
We never ever hassle
We gon get the loud pack, loud pack, you can smell it from a mile
We was never ready though
For the Saturday night, the Saturday night rides
The Saturday night we was never ready though
We was never ready for the Saturday night, the Saturday night rides
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