License, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yea let me get three of them Two of these Aye yall got this in white? Oh yeah let me get all of them That'll be [?] Yall take visa? Oh that one didn't work? Try this one RJ always trippin' man, RJ always trippin' Antt did the track Ooooh, Baby [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Ay, you still got your wills, well then bring em out Hold on wait before you come bring that reader out Found [one-nine?] yeah I'm hopping on that old shit Piece is so fire when I swipe it make your nose itch Approved, that's another transaction But you wouldn't know about it cause you're using old methods Aye, and I could put you on some shit, the shit that get you rich but I'm taxin' for this shit nigga Same routine bitch put that blinker on It's the [?], hoe get out your phone Aye, tryna get a nigga cooked, fuck wrong with you ima duck from your [?] [Verse 2: ?] I'ma tell you what to do when you hit those stalls Tell you how to move when you hit that row You say your nigga scam, is you fucking dumb? He got you tryna jam with him one on one Making him call his bank back (dummy) Bitch snatches no take backs (hey) I'm with a bitch that gone take the cash, flyin' state to state [?] like a cookout, it got paper plates Hit me up for a punch site (huh) And shoe shoppin' but I punch flights (aye) Wanna felony? baby come swipe [?] with these dumb sides With these dumb sides [Chorus: Jaiswan] If you got your license baby Let's get to swiping baby Know I'm playing with fire baby 'Cause we going one night in baby Baby, baby, baby, oh-woah, no-oh-woah [Verse 3: Sada Baby] Hold up Nigga, I don't swipe shit, but I'll punch a nigga If I swing, gang swing, we gon' jump a nigga Hmm, I don't scam at all, but I do numbers, nigga Make your BM lick my balls, then I'm gon' hump her, nigga BandGang, Big Squad, we'll slump a nigga Huh, watched my daddy push that— out on Lumpkin, nigga We put some G's on buddy head, they gon' touch a nigga Bitch, I said what I said, I don't trust you niggas Still need a bitch to drive, 'cause I'm gon' hit the road Huh, big homie need to slide 'cause he fresh off parole Show me a reader-writer, I don't know what it's for Like point Young Skuba to the stove and I'm gon' get 'em gone, huh [Verse 4: ?] You gon need your L's, but not for drivin' I got common names we already at Verizon You ain't got good credit? fuck it I punched the deposit When he hit so many stores I had to pay for extra mileage Just show them your ID Ima be watching from the rental Shit was in and out in thirty minutes this shit simple On the phone in the air like he was tryna get signal You walked out front hard as hell 'cause you ain't get him [?] I got the sauce Imma send you five hundred till they cut your corridor I know how to talk to chase when they cut that corridor But you short me one giphy imma cut your arm off [Chorus: Jaiswan] If you got your license baby Let's get to swiping baby Know I'm playing with fire baby 'Cause we going one night in baby Baby, baby, baby, oh-woah, no-oh-woah [Outro] Band gang