Niiro - Interstate Lyrics

On the interstate, yeah, we too big
We already ate, and you know it's steak
Five-star plates, and we on the road
Lobster on the roll, yeah I'm to the A
Tryna sell-out shows, tryna f*ck on hoes
Tryna sell these bows, ducking elbows
Ducking Jakes, nigga
Ducking all the Feds
Yeah, I'm on these meds, rolling off these meds
Taking Percocets
Huh, yeah, yeah
Rick on me, yeah (Rick on me, and Marnie)
Fresh white Tee, yeah (Fresh white Tee, tank on E)
It's the summertime, yeah, I'm with a baddie
That's for all the pain, that's for all the rain
Yeah, I'm in the booth, going insane
Going Usain
Kick my feet back, in that Mulsanne
Might go Muls, nigga, might go Moncler
Might go, State Fair
Yeah, I'm with your bitch, and we're in the air
Yeah, we so high, yeah, we so fly
And I pop that, with that .45
With that big Glock, with that big wock
With that big walk, with that long money
This that tall money
John Wall money, Paul Wall money, yeah
Rick on me, yeah (Rick on me, and Marnie)
Fresh white Tee, yeah (Fresh white Tee, tank on E)
It's the summertime, yeah, I'm with a baddie
Rick on me, yeah (Rick on me, and Marnie)
Fresh white Tee, yeah (Fresh white Tee, tank on E)
It's the summertime, yeah, I'm with a baddie