No Singles
    (专辑: Full Court Press - 2022)
    
    Cruising down the 
street in my '64 (Uh)  Blowing kush smoke out the 
window (Right)  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Uh)  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles  Cruising down the 
street in my '64 (Right)  Cruising down the 
street in my '64 (Uh)  Cruising down the 
street in my '64  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles   My pen way sharper than a 
sword  Keep your cool, don't make me pull a 
cord, my lord  Was in the 
trap, see the 
cracks in the 
decor  Still paint chips dropping on the 
floor, my lord, uh  God bless ya  Smooth like Drexler  Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (Uh)  Crime rate boosting  Chicks taking trips, trooping  Profited from them trips to Houston (Really)  GED, getting every dollar  Counting stacks, either that or get to bouncing like Impalas (Uh)  Have them jack boys all up on your collar  And twenty-five's the 
new numbers for lows, I'll holler   Cruising down the 
street in my '64  Blowing kush smoke out the 
window (Hahaha)  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Yeah, yup)  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles  Cruising down the 
street in my '64 (Right)  Cruising down the 
street in my '64 (Uh)  Cruising down the 
street in my '64  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles   I 
was whipping in the 
kitchen, whipped it on the 
corner  I 
was working on the 
foreign, whipped it 'til the 
morning, you was snoring  Pushing on some buttons, turning nothing into something  It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy  Breaking bread with my partners  Whipping on some choppers  Stick my arm out the 
window just to shine on these boppers  Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes  When your wrist game froze, tell 'em anything goes  Gutter bass with the 
treble, mix the 
highs with low  Woodgrain on the 
dash, repping wires with Vogues  Pop trunk for the 
show, inside, it glow  Chrome grill and the 
women whip wide and slow, hold up   Cruising down the 
street in my '64  Blowin'— blowing kush smoke out the 
window  Pockets full of hundreds, no singles  Pockets— pockets full of hundreds, no singles