Chavo - Permission lyrics

I'ma run the streets late
I ain't need permission (nah)
Friends quick to snake you out
 gotta keep it with me
Why I feel like going the wrong
Way down a one way
Keeping money over bitches
Monday through sunday stars in the Wraith
Don't got to wait til sunset
My older brother lost his case
Now he sleep on bunk beds
PO want my piss, I hope that I don't flunk it
45 in this Gucci denim, tryna' bust it

Me and God was talking the other day
It was on judgement
45 on me, nigga I don't do no tusslin'
Flew her out to me
Told her she can keep her bus pass
She said she want my baby
Told her I don't need no Rugrat
Rolling up this weed and we
Trappin' out the 'partments
We landed in New York
Get a bitch and bought a stylist
Pour me some more codeine
I don't know where my heart went
Had her on her knees
Ripped her jeans in the process
Spend money at Fendi, white chick with me
Farrah Fawcett if 12 get behind me
My nigga you gonna have to toss it
They gave my uncle Porky 10 years
My grandpa lost it popping Percocets
I gotta quit it and move smarter

I'ma run the streets late
I ain't need permission (nah)
Friends quick to snake you out
Gotta keep it with me
Why i feel like going the wrong
Way down a one way
Keeping money over bitches
Monday through Sunday stars in the Wraith
Don't got to wait til sunset
My older brother lost his case
Now he sleep on bunk beds
PO on my piss, I hope that I don't flunk it
45 in this Gucci denim, tryna bust it

Hey we started up in Scarlets
How the hell we end in Lust now
Me and her just fuckin' 'round, ended
(how the fuck now)
Can't wait to hit my jeweler up
And say I need bust down
Plug threw me up for 48
I made that to a touchdown
(I got it, I got it, I got it)
Hanging in the sewer late
I can't fuck with hoodrats (Not at all)
Had a loaded 223, right there in my bookbag
(Loaded up) fiend said he needed me
I need you to cook that
The clerk said do you need receipts
I said you can clip that
Bought a brand new CNC, European piece
He on TMZ, you can sing with
Me, have a seat with me, i had on D&G
No PRP, these Amiri jeans
That's a spare on me
Cats told me chill, boy you should relax
Like I'm a head to sleep

Imma run the streets late
I ain't need permission (nah)
Friends quick to snake you out
Gotta keep it with me
Why i feel like going the wrong
Way down a one way
Keeping money over bitches
Monday through Sunday stars in the Wraith
Don't got to wait til sunset
My older brother lost his case
Now he sleep on bunk beds
PO on my piss, I hope that I don't flunk it
45 in this Gucci denim, tryna bust it