RNR (Enferno Remix)-Will Brennan

RNR (Enferno Remix) - Will Brennan Verse 1 Florida whip got the Cali Smell, Riding out in this fast lane/ Car old as my momma is, Liquor old as my last name/ I'm on 95 headed down south, gotta bad lil Miami thang/ No attitude just good sex, good w**d, call me 2 strains/ Let her hold it down. My homie taught me always remember these 2 things/ don't love the hoes, if you find a good one dont f**k it up with no stupid games/ I respect the code, forgive the haters, pray God bless all the loser lames/ If we never get to see a million dollars, let me keep smoking this stupid flame Wayward Minds, how real is that, DT told me you got it dawg/ He the point guard, throw the ill assist, and I'm so raw they cant stop me dawg/ Gitt turned up, got me poppin off, glass half full, let's top it off/ Pure Molly hit, no footprint, no cuts made, just a chopped cost And I'm on it (on it on it on it on it) So good, So high/ Another gram rolled a lil half dose a lil orange juice, let me clear my throat/ for all of the niggas that dont know who the best is b**ch, the message is, you better get down and respect this sh*t/ watch while we cash these checks in b**ch Chorus: Ridin, Rollin Man this sh*t so potent Hundred Miles an hour, think I'm moving in slow motion We be Ridin Rollin And my b**ch be smokin Cruising A1A, she wanna f**k me by the Ocean Verse 2 I gotta couple homies, they my only friends We be riding out, gotta get it in Plays never wait, life never waits Big league, feeling like a light heavyweight New player in this old game Flow feel like a lit match in a big a** tank of propane Prolly why I'm taking off, so fast in this slow lane Watching while ya'll stall out, all that work for no gain Uh uh, that's so lame. No time for you losers Wanna know who's dick is bigger b**ch, go and get the ruler Wanna know who's dick is better ask yo girl and she might clue ya Met niggas that was richer never seen nobody cooler Cooler...but that's why we get hoes, you never seen before Everywhere we go And you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows ni**a you be trickin on the ones that everybody knows Chorus Verse 3 Go hard, stay hungry. Do work, Get money No stress, no pressure. My time, its coming They mad? Say f**k em. I laugh, it's funny My team, they ballin. Yo team, do nothing It's simple, its easy. Just quit, man trust me Cuz if we gotta go head up, it's going to get ugly You sleepy, you tired, you garbage, cant touch me She gorgeous, I'm on it, I like her, she lucky We perfect, we coastin, 28 grams of the (police siren) Never shake hands with the (police siren) Have a safe plan for the (police siren) When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren) When we ride, I keep it stuffed inside of a safe can for the (police siren) Chorus