StanWill - On i94 lyrics

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Uh huh, uh, uh huh (Brrt, brrt) , ayy, uh
Yeah (Whew, whew, whew, whew)

I'm on '94, in a '55, doing double that
Catch the opps Moncler and pop
Him like some bubble wrap
If I hand it off to gang
I know he won't fumble that
What he tossing in the club
I know I can double that
Nah, I can't triple that, tah, uh
I should start detention, all my bitches bad
Louis V duffel like a toilet
Got some shit in that
I ain't got no mo'fucking balance, bitch
I trip in Saks i'll tell a bitch it's that
Anytime I look into a mirror, bitch
I see the shit
Counting blues while your bitch blew me
I must be a Crip
Glocky tuck in on my Mike Amiri's
Know you see the blick
Funny if that bitch ain't eating
Dick, I tell her, "Eat a dick"
He ain't your mans, he on split poles
Back-to back rounds with this bitch
Left my dick swole ain't no zippies 'round
Ganger smoking off the big 'bow
Looking like a hobo in these
Thousand dollar ripped clothes
Only hit the coldest bitches
I don't even gotta pop my shit
The bitches know who winning
Hitman'll clean the scene up
You won't know who did it
ADD, we can't sit still, we in motion with it
Yeah, gotta know the blick next to me
Ganger rich
BabyTron counting shit next to me
You ain't SBDSM, you can't sit next to me
I ain't hit your bitch, boy, I got big neck
Dummy speaking out his neck
223's left his chest open
Closet like a ocean
I step in and get to breaststroking
He ain't really tough
He just be acting like he Seth Rollins
Shooter think he Virgil
Catch a opp and put a X on it
Closet full of letters like I'm
Tryna learn the alphabet
Funny how the Fendi's match the
Grade I got in calculus
Unky pouring potions in the lab
He like a alchemist set the bullies him
All my dawgs be on some alpha shit
40 on me, I could make the honor roll
When these niggas take the shift
The only time they got a rose
He can make a fucking milli'
Long as unky got a stove
All these tees, all these cannons
Looking like I'm 'bout to pose
Huh, brodie move a Xan, he don't know Jake
Did the dash in the newest Bronco
Feel like OJ
Bitch sent a paragraph, I replied with
"Okay" getting fast money
Couldn't do this shit the slow way
Huh, I like bitches who like bitches
Waving sticks
The wind making wishes with these bitches
Need to go to church 'cause I
Be sinning in my Christian's
Guarantee that any shot you missing
I can swish it all I hit is cold shit
Should I use my SkyMile or
Should I road trip?
Should I drop another chain or
Do the froze wrist? In Miami, hitting cold
Bitches, getting homesick, huh
Gang came Crocs, had to do the Foam Runners
We ain't stripping through this bitch
But all my babies pole clutchers
I'm a jackrabbit, shit talking
Pretty ho fucker never had a job interview
Had one on No Jumper
Huh, this the shitty season
They like, "Stan
When you finna drop?" I know the city need it
Boy, don't up that ten-piece nugget
I can fifty-piece it
Bitches phony, through the tinted buffies
I can really see it
Thinking, why the fuck I got knuckles?
I am not a fighter
Gucci sweater on my body, this a lion
Not a tiger 201 Benz scorching
I could slide and start a fire
Say it's up with gang and them
I bet you I can take it higher

Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, whew, yeah