(His name is Kino Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Trauma Tone)

Uh

Yeah, I don´t know her name but I´m fillin´ up her glass
And I´m passin´ up the weed, and I´m feelin´ on her ass
And I´m probably finna leave in a car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon´ have a blast

In a ´96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin´ when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can´t stop, I gotta mash

Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin´ fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It´s just so cold, you don´t even know what you´re lookin´ at

Yeah, I don´t know her name but I´m fillin´ up her glass
And I´m passin´ up the weed, and I´m feelin´ on her ass
And I´m probably finna leave in one of them car that go so fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon´ have a blast
I´m walkin´ home, home, yeah, home, yeah

You won´t leave me alone, yeah, alone, yeah, alone
She order drinks to stay up (Up)
The .9 stay tucked
We ridin´ all day, I got the keys to the truck (Keys to the truck)
Finally found what it means to us (Us)
Suicide doors, it´s a suicide bus
In the CSI leanin´, it got all ten guts
Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for ante cuts
You tried to police her but she all for us
All for us, all for us

Yeah, I don´t know her name but I´m fillin´ up her glass
And I´m passin´ up the weed, and I´m feelin´ on her ass

And I´m probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon´ have a blast

In a ´96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin´ when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can´t stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin´ fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It´s just so cold, you don´t even know what you´re lookin´ at

Poured up
Window down, smellin´ like a pound, paint wet
Nice sounds, whip still clean to touch the ground
That´s a shame, it´s the game, I can´t change what I´m ´bout
Growin´ wiser through the age, gettin´ higher off the fly
She ain´t do that shit for you, got with me and she was ´bout it
You wan´ kill somebody ´bout it, you need therapy for your problems

Yeah, I don´t know her name but I´m fillin´ up her glass
And I´m passin´ up the weed, and I´m feelin´ on her ass
And I´m probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast

And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon´ have a blast

In a ´96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin´ when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can´t stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin´ fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It´s just so cold, you don´t even know what you´re lookin´ at

In a ´96 Impala, paper tags

On the gas, got a squadron when I pass
If you spot me then just holla
All the mans grab it, splittin´ it
´Nother to the stash, uh