On My Way To Re

[Intro: Shaykh Hanif]
Look, huh

[Chorus: Shaykh Hanif]
She blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, pray for me"
Blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, love me, baby"
She blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, pray for me"
Blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, love me, baby" (Look)

[Verse 1: Shaykh Hanif]
Since the coke price went down, real nigga stock went up
All I do is stir in that ice 'til it start lockin' up, yeah
Get it from papi, then I cut it with quinine
Simple chemistry, you ain't gotta be Einstein
It's funny how that rapper money make a nigga look ugly
That's why I'm tryna park the Lambo right infront of auntie's
I was twenty touchin' kilos, and that's word to mother
That's when I was coppin' from Chiquito's older brother
I'm trigger happy with that joystick
When that next shippin' land, I need a forklift, yeah
This ain't no lyrical mircale, I'm straight to the point
Do it for my dogs that got they GD in the joint
And I know you gon' hate me now, niggas runnin' 'round with thirties
All I need is one, I'ma make it count (Huh)

[Chorus: Shaykh Hanif & CRIMEAPPLE]
She blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, pray for me"
Blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, love me, baby"
She blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, pray for me"
Blowin' up my line on my way to re
Told her, "If you love me, baby, love me, baby" (Woah, woah)

[Verse 2: CRIMEAPPLE]
You say you love me, why you be stressin' me when I'm gone though? (Why?)
You really love me? Put this burrito in your bongó (Toma)
I lost out on a couple licks chasin' clitoris (I did)
Never lost out on a bitch bringin' my coins in (No)
Don't be annoyin' sendin' messages to agitate (Fuck all that)
So what a Saturday (Grrt), I need my cash today (Beep)
Sure I love your mouth, just only half the days (Mm)
Honey, I'm focused on my route, I got a path to pave (Woah)
New butter came in, my fans wanna try those (Woah)
Shorty blowin' up my line with the pyro (Ruah)
Thinkin' we should be holdin' hands, sippin' wine slow (Okay)
I get romantic with the bandwidth, no phallus (Okay)
To you, I'm always true, just tryna make a stack (That's it)
But when you doin' the things you do, how can we make it last? (How?)
I mean, sure, I wanna make you fume and make you laugh (I do)
But first things first, it's me canoodlin' this cash (Woah)