Markies Miles - Doors Off lyrics

[Intro: Markies Miles] Let it ride Let it vibe, take you higher Break the fire, smoking loud Styles, Mace Lee [Verse: Mace Lee & Markies Miles] 78704 f** with me On a first name basis with the whole damn city Back to make it haps, get it crack-a-lacking cuz Innovator in the booth, if you see me out salute And I been scheming up for a minute, hah I said I'm going to the top, I ain't kidding nah Nah, I ain't kidding when I spit it I come correct on the track, I ain't Kidd Kidd it 420 flows, smoking another zone Dibble hit me dab, twisting up me styrofoam What're you hiding from? About as real as can be man She wanna f** with these GPs? Man please Hang glide over piranhas No sweat I'm out the sauna 28th state smoke a pound out the vape From the 512 to the San Fran coast 219 flip a bird say a toast b**h I'm off that soy sauce You don't want to grandstand to the boy boss Spray paint got my fingers dark black then I run up Doing what you can't on the track 'til the sun come up Ba** +6, Mace gotcha b**h huh Bruce Wayne with the drip huh Snap snap to the valet, she jumpin' out the jeep She brown just like Halle, all my women Cherokee Fantasy to you, reality to me My name in these streets as valid as can be So smokey you couldn't bear, run the city let's be clear I get 10 skinny white women out they underwear She fine let's take it there Each glance I catch a stare Mary go round like we at the state fair And when the beat drop, check it And when the beat drop it's like electric chairs [Hook: Mace Lee] Riding with the jeep got the doors off Sleeping on your boy, nah don't you doze off Nah don't you doze off Sleeping on your boy, nah don't you doze off