SK SUPREME - The Rendezvous lyrics

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SK SUPREME - The Rendezvous lyrics

[Chorus] Riding 'round with my reefer All my brothers my keepers Feel the vibes I won't speak 'em Live the shxt that I'm speaking Spotting out the all real sh** And all the realest sh** what I'm feeling Third eye vision still peaking Counterfeits y'all keep 'em [Verse] Ain't no limits on this side Only sh** that we live by Making sure that my G's straight Know that all of my team fly Gang gang, and the mud candy Haters left them in the dust stranded I done did it, then I puff pa** it I'm not bragging but the flick cla**ic Mix well, my waves tight Like blesser n***as tryna lay pipe I don't f** with no acting n***as I can't live with no yapping n***as You won't ever get the trapping Homies, with the lacking, napping and the cla**ic phoneys All I want is all the cash in motion Stacking power in a n***as motives, still [Chorus] Riding 'round with my reefer All my brothers my keepers Feel the vibes I won't speak 'em Live the shxt that I'm speaking Spotting out the all real sh** And all the realest sh** what I'm feeling Third eye vision still peaking Counterfeits y'all keep 'em [Verse 2] Main road to the Guap bro 6 lanes that my squad own Paper planes with my Brazos Got my voice sounding like a trombone 6, on these bricks Pairing up dice, making things flip Rolling up twice, empty each clip Pouring up ice, pacing each sip High stakes, in high places Y'all kings p**y ain't never face us Yeah, yeah - we trading places Before we k** 'em let him say his prayers Black flag your whole clique Flashbacks we all rich Gang Gang my Squad trips On Ross SHXT 'cuz the boss is still [Chorus] [Verse 3] My my my my I ain't even gotta try All them tryna find the wave We ain't coming with the tide Winning feeling like a game thing Feel like winning is the main thing Number 8 on that K kid Highlights only look amazing Lala feels, you see my wifi bills Connections live not still I might just pack these tills My life just stacked these thrills My vibes ain't dashed G chill That p**y pop, me drill She tastes like drank, that's trill Trust me, these n***as ain't about SHXT They can't do it like this They ain't ever seen the whole game, while sipping out a chalice Fake n***as won't make it, fake n***as gon' squeal Real n***as gon' multiply till all they homies see a mill, still [Chorus]