Chance The Rapper - Crusin lyrics

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Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow

Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow

Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow

Asking where I’m headed to, asking what they asking for

Album full of hits, pocket full of bits

Bag full of green, mouth full of swish

Ear full of chronic gable, head full of dead cells

Cat full of afro, hand full of steering wheel

Cruise passed the bus stop, two miles and out

Air condition blow with the windows rolled down

And I turn it up ‘cause the speakers full of bass

And I pull down the top ‘cause the air’s full of grape

With a head full of cockiness, backseat full of hoes

Clip full of BBC, backpack full of clothes

Neck full of gold ropes, ear full of diamonds

Woke up from the dream, I ain’t even got my license

Shit

Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow

Cruising in my six four, you know I got a sick flow

Cruising in my six four, damn, I got a sick flow

Asking where I’m headed to, asking what they asking for

What they asking for, what they fuck they asking for

Fuck they asking for