INTERSTATE by SAM R I Lyrics

Verse 1:

Red horsey that's on the hoodie
I'm buzzed and giving the Woody
To honey's throwing the cookie
Got paper just like a bookie

Dufflebag full of Beni's
Cheap bitches eat me like Denny's
I Rome wit chickens in Fendi
Flip candy got Good & Plenty

No comprende ya rookie
My cheddar height of a wookie
My favorite sport always hooky
My verses been sounding hooky

Knuckle brass as ya trumpet
My tape and yola they bumping
From school and streets to they cousins
That's Pulp Fiction MacGuffin
Hook:

Cool & calm ducking pigs off the interstate
Moving this, a little that, just to get it straight
Cool & calm ducking pigs off the interstate
Moving this, a little that, just to get it straight

Verse 2:

Air max's huddle my feets'es
GS General Grievous
Children praying to Reezus
Snitches wired like Beavis

Shorty on me, she lotion
That Dole and Henny the potion
I go through honey's I open
You going through all your motions

Balmain stretch on the jeans's
Sober high off the greens's
Hustle by any means's
Wrong if I'm good with even

Learn the game and the toggle
I'm deaf and blind to debacle
Procedure a spotless fossil
That's why my steelo colossal
Hook:

Cool & calm ducking pigs off the interstate
Moving this, a little that, just to get it straight
Cool & calm ducking pigs off the interstate
Moving this, a little that, just to get it straight