Lyrics

Back to back, i8's, me and Neezy fuck the city up
Tae of a perk in a Porsche racin' Hemi's, huh
My fault Nugget and Jeezy keep pullin' all these Benzes up
Super stupid wildin', no license in a Bentley truck
Hoping outta big shit, we ain't pullin' Civics up
Ballin' on you ****, I ain't gotta pick my pivot up
I got bitches pouring out they heart and I don't give a fuck
Lil' ****, I don't want your bitch, she ain't lit enough
I don't fight in church but I keep fuckin' these christians up
Hunnid dollar dice game, these loubs keep bending up
All my **** ball on this team, ain't no bench with us
Bitch, it's blue bucks, we the clan, ain't no lynch withh us
We get blue bucks, ain't no ones, we got strips with us
**** beatin' on they bitch, askin' how they get with us
Top down, drivin' fast, I got goosebumps
You gotta know the real meaning, bitch, it's blue bucks
**** hatin' on the clan, I give two fucks
Hoes in line waitin' on their turn like the food truck
Really from L.A., I ain't no Hollywood ****
Really from the east, but I got Inglewood, bitches
Put that thing in sport it, ain't no motherfuckin' switches
I can show you how to turn a rag into some riches
My **** really wildin', do whatever for that chick
Teach your ass the word, little **** better listen
I'm poed off a four, I might swerve but I ain't slippin'
These bitches really tragic, do whatever for attention
I'm speeding through these red lights, but I can't get a ticket
**** changing on the day one's, this shit wicked
Fresh bald fade waves spinning like a fidget
Sitting real low in the coupe like a midget
Ghetto bitch, weave to her ass 30 inches
I was down, almost felt myself givin' up
Now my bitch bad light brown look like India
I said fuck school, all them F's they was givin' 'em
Now all these F's on my shoes, bitch, I'm killin' 'em
F's on my back, all these bad bitches feelin' 'em
Lame ass **** tryna link y'all don't fit with us
I keep flashing on you, little ****, like I'm flickin' up
**** wanna be like us, no, we ain't clickin' up
Back to back in foreigns sport, plus bitch is shiftin' up
If I'm throwin' money, then is bad bitches pickin' up
Said she love a ****, how I drip she wanna lick it up
No heart, I'm in savage mode, like I'm twnety one
In the field doin' graveyards, you can't hit with us
Shout out super stupid, **** got me in a Bentley truck
Been on troubles in the club, ****, you can't sit with us
Tae pull up in a two seater, you can't fit with us
We brought all hunnids in the bitch, we got a grip with us
Start throwin' five's in the bitch, yeah, I'm trippin', huh
Bitch said she don't need a weave, but I'm still gone get her one
Make it rain in the club, we make **** leave
Hop in the whip push to start, where I put the keys?
Walkin' all in Moncler with Givenchy tee's
Wrist froze in this bitch all these VV's
All these foreigns back to back valet, where my keys?
Throwin' five's in the club, we make **** leave
Ghetto bitch, long hair, 30 inch weave
Bust down forty one, yeah, that bitch peed
All these foreigns back to back valet, where my keys?
Press a sport button, yeah, watch that bitch speed
Throwin' five's in the club, we make **** leave
Gold Roley bustdown, yeah, that bitch peed
Throwin' five's in the club, we make **** leave
Sport plus in this bitch, yeah, I do speed
Written by: Dj Hawkins
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