Cruisin' Round Sac Lyrics

CHORUS

Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go

Yeah my shit bang
They already know
I’m the man in my city
I Be knocking them hoes

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
(My 64’ x 2)

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go

VERSE 1

Sacramento, California but we call this shit Sactown
I'm from the west, let me live
Nigga back down

Okay
I clown, no circus
Kill my verses
So just pull up them hearse’s

R.I.P to my haters
Catch my fade like a taper
I feel like a shredder
Because I stay getting this paper

And that’s One Hundred tho’
Breaded I be getting dough
Now when they see me
They just ask me what it's hitting for

Balling like Spaulding
I go so Mike Jordan
Your girl on my team
And you know that I’m scoring like (whoop)

Bossed up
I’m OG
Like Kush your girl blow me
Your BM so sick
Ask your kids because they know me
(Young Monsta)

CHORUS

Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go

Yeah my shit bang
They already know
I’m the man in my city
I Be knocking them hoes

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
(My 64’ x 2)

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go

VERSE 2

I got bars no sentencing
This sound like death row shit, Scott Peterson

This Sac
Where we ride or die
Ride or die or die no lie

Out here we go ham
No burger
187 I murder
Get deleted no cursor

I’m from the gold era
Gold chains, Gold rings
So louie the thirteenth
A young king

Swerve
I curve a hater
I be missing that drama
Procrastinator

Top back
Bass heavy
Ride around loc’d up
And I stay ready

CHORUS

Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go

Yeah my shit bang
They already know
I’m the man in my city
I Be knocking them hoes

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
(My 64’ x 2)

I Be Cruising round Sac in my 64’
Slapping my music
On my momma this go