Birds of a feather flock together, gang in Goose coats I was lil´ dawg, now my pape´ like Manute Bol
10K a day, all blues, this a new roll Unky wilding, selling school buses in a school zone Fifteen hunnid on the hoodie, this some new Chrome Fit seven thousand even when I got no shoes on Bicep in the Backwood, this bitch too strong Undertaker, I´ll slide down, give ´em a tombstone On the freeway, chopped up in that E-lane Fully switch got autotune, I call it T-Pain Three chains straight from Hutch, yours from eBay Reach for this chain? Leave ´em stretched like it´s pregame You can´t slide down, you in that shooter with the cheap tires I might burn Sam´s Club down, every piece fire Ex-bitch cooked, had to leave her in the deep fryer
Four thousand on the buffalos, don´t think these wires Sundays, I should´ve been in church, but I was bag chasing Some day yo time might come, you better have patience One way up on the east side, we just Scat racing Up pape´ on some haters, leave ´em with the mad faces Lil´ gang some test dummies, they´ll crash out Something like Lamar, I´ll end up in yo stash house It don´t mean he ain´t a cop just ´cause ain´t no badge out Life a gamble, I´m just on the road, could never crap out Trackhawk, Trackhawk, shit, we finna stab out Back to back in traffic, shit, I guess that´s what they mad ´bout
Backpack Boyz, Bluegatti, finna pass out If you ain´t up a hunnid, you can shut yo damn mouth High as hell, three hunnid dollar meal at the Crab House Down looking bad ´round this bitch, help yo mans out They used to talk down a lot, I heard they fans now Your favorite rapper´s favorite rapper, whipping bands out
Yo mans in there telling shit ´Vette with the trunk in the front like an elephant Japanese Fanta, thousand dollar medicine Engine, it´s a Hellephant, hear it when I´m revving it
Dog Shit Militia, you are not a member Hitman caught two opps and they got popped together I might play the new fit tomorrow, gotta watch the weather Courtside Pistons game, I´ll wear Crocs wherever Ride ´round, trail bottom Strikers, you be dumb to try it Every morning 2018, I went and punched Verizon Pape´ on his head, had my shooter fucking mummify him Dawg a real bitch, ten years, he been run and hiding Louis V backpack on, it´s a hun´ inside Starbucks cup, crushed ice and some mud inside it Let me hear it´s up, dumb fuck, bet I jump the highest, huh Either road running or I´m catching flights
Said you paid well, let´s go to Hutch and go test yo ice That´s how we´ll check the price Za Man, gotta face a zip to go to bed at night In first place, had to rose gold my medals Mister Make It There Quick, got my foot up on the pedal Got the sleeves up today, I had to show the bezel .223 slamming, I´ll leave it to the pros to wrestle Everybody got some money now? Shit, I smell cap Mad as fuck, where the fuck the mail at? You always in the ashtray like, "Where the tail at?" Plug pulled up with some bullshit, I can´t sell that Yeah, the dubs feel good but you gon´ see some L´s, Jack
How the fuck the engine barking? Riding in a Hellcat Smack the shit out his ass like, "Go and tell that" Scam God, he waiting on his pape´, take his L back