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Mu, E, E, E
Mu, E, iiemaY, E
Mu, E, E, E
Mu, E, iiemaY, E
Um, it's lit
My name, um, is Yameii
Hello?
E, E, E, um
E, Yameii, E, um
E, E, E, um
E, Yameii, hello?
Too fast on the corner, too fast can't catch me
Gettin' to the cash in my whip, we goin' next speed
Gl-gl-Glock out my window, bitch you better where you steppin'
I be smokin' all that gas, I be smokin' all that fuckin' cash
You flock too much, you talk too much, you walkin' use a fuckin' launch
A choppa air it out like a clock, in my bag I let that pistol bang
I'm blackin' out in super-speed, In Japanese to see her
I'm reap it's nice to meet you, keep a toolie and a heater
Just woke up, hunnid' K this month, then I smoke my blunt
Hit this bitch from the back, then I hit it from the front
Run up on my TM, pour it up, codeine
All these models in my whip, she doin' dances, it's a limousine
You broke as fuck, I stack it up, You can't be like me
I be fast on the reflex, I'm like, "Fuckin' track me."
Too fast on the corner, too fast can't-can't catch me
G-g-gettin' to the cash in my whip, we goin' next speed
Gl-gl-Glock out my window, bitch you better where you steppin'
I be smokin' all that gas, I be smokin' all that fuckin' cash
You flock too much, you talk too much, you walkin' use a fuckin' launch
A choppa air it out like a clock, in my bag I let that pistol bang
I'm blackin' out in super-speed, In Japanese to see her
I'm reap it's nice to meet you, keep a toolie and a heater
Just woke up, hunnid' K this month, then I smoke my-smoke my blunt
Hit this bitch from the back, then I hit it from the front
Run up on my TM, pour it up, codeine
All these models in my whip, she doin' dances, it's a limousine
Too fast on the corner, too fast can't catch me
G-g-gettin' to the cash in my whip, we goin' next speed
Gl-gl-Glock out my window, bitch you better where you steppin'
I be smokin' all that gas, I be smokin' all that fuckin' cash
You flock too much, you talk too much, you walkin' use a fuckin' launch
A choppa air it out like a clock, in my bag I let that pistol bang
I'm blackin' out in super-speed, In Japanese to see her
I'm reap it's nice to meet you, keep a toolie and a heater
Just woke up, hunnid' K this month, then I smoke my-smoke my blunt
Hit this bitch from the back, then I hit it from the front
Run up on my TM, pour it up, codeine
All these models in my whip, she doin' dances, it's a limousine
Written by: Michael Blais