[Hook]

Cruisin' in my 6-4, damn I got a sick flow

Cruisin' in my 6-4, damn I got a sick flow

Cruisin' in my 6-4, you know I got a sick flow

Ask me where I'm headed to

Askin' what they askin' for

[Verse]

Album full of hits, pocket full of tricks

Bag full of green, mouth full of swish

Ear full of Chronic album, head full of dead cells

Cap full of afro, hand full of steering wheel

Cruise past the bus stop, 2 miles per hour

Air condition blowin' 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 hand full of cockiness

Back seat 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 licence

Shit

[Hook]

Cruisin' in my 6-4, damn I got a sick flow

Cruisin' in my 6-4, you know I got a sick flow

Cruisin' in my 6-4, damn I got a sick flow

Ask me where I'm headed to

Askin' what they askin' for

What they askin' for? What the fuck they askin' for?

Fuck they askin' for?