Sylvan Rd Ridin Down Dill

(Welcome to 1st Class)

Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat

She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me

Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me

Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet

Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet

**** workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you

Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

My brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly

Drum on it he producing, he ready to kill, he ready to drill

Don't ever try to play him goofy, honey bun, ****, bulging

Diamonds cold Minnesota, stick light up like I'm Yoda

Red store, get a soda, I keep these hoes in order

I got his bitch in the passenger seat, I show her the hood, I tour her

I'm not Jew but I Torah, explore the hood baby, Dora

Eye catcher can't ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer

Neck long brachiosaurus, huh, Durango truck yeah its roarin'

I put that nut in her mouth and pull her ear back and flush it like toilets, huh

Bloodline its New Orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie 'dem

Soulja Slim like Magnolia 'dem, keep a K like Magnolia 'dem

(Welcome to 1st Class)

Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat

She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me

Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me

Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet

Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet

**** workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you

Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

Freaky bitch like a centipede, coochie wet, I'm like when she peed?

Fuck on a opp baby momma while he in jail, pop his ass when he free

My gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry

What they doin', boy that's all me, fuck around, pull a robbin' spree

Racks on me boy these Robin jeans

[?] baby toppin' me

Track mode, calling cops on me, Baby Driver ain't no stoppin' me

Hoe wet like a wash machine, change your last name to Valdery

These pussy **** mockeries, on my dick yeah they jockin' me

Mood board, **** watchin' me, scratch 'em off like the lottery

Dump the switch, how loud it get? He a bitch so I'm tryin' him

No flour, ****, fried 'em

Blowjob wack, fired her

Fuck her for a minute, tired of her

Minute man, bitch I'm tired of you

(Welcome to 1st Class)

Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat

She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me

Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me

Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet

Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet

**** workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you

Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

(Welcome to 1st Class)

Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill

Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill

Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill