nights like this I wish to ride low in the chevy hit a switch in the city burning killer with a ******* mirror mirror on the wall call me the *******t*2 Im creeping up on ya bending corners that reefer aroma, strong as ammonia but we keep it on us *******s is no longer important you had your moment but we still smoking season is open on duck ass ******* who don't knw what the code is if the Gs brung you up then you would have know this now witness the coldest now im rolling my own *******t, owner*******p, owning this, owning that park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip identified by what you drive the streets don't have a face has ears and eyes and sharp muh******* teeth it will eat your ass alive living dangerously high this hustle is a drug this game is a ******* the only one I love. yup yup Im in a stupid clean chevy whole top glassed out me & spitta hopped off in a super sport& smashed out catch me on the next flight, high living that jet life my pocket got an appetite that make the ******* pop tonight loud pack bought a pound at the jet lounge haters running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground im in the city burning killa with a ******* drop the top & make a wish roll it up &get them chips big wheels deep dish painted with chrome lip purple what I pour sip shake that ass &make it flip wasn't for them dollars big paper burning wheels I got a pint& im bout to pop the seal of it she like that action imma pass around &let her toss it now what you know about the classics with motor in it 454s supercharges with rubber spinning pimp tight dirty sprite LED headights the way she bounce it up&down be outta sight burning paper back to back that foreign smoke we taking off so take a seat now have a toast mirror mirror on the wall Imma ball &Imma score, Imma get a dough & after that Imma ******* a hoe put me in the game let me show you how to do this *******t diamonds gripping against wheel I hit the strip uh oh gees *******s ain't ******* with my team I made it past 25 so im OG once I clear a million dollars im pass the blow the whole P riding brand new seats still covered in plastic rims with the beat I call that a mix and master closer too my dreams when they come to getting gwapole bet that I throw it you can hear me from a block away 4-12s in the trunk got the chevy beating stupid thinking should I four door it today or should I coupe it new or old school it the hommies in the hood say I be fooling 383 stroker on gangster I be moving posi pazzi the rear equipped with the dual exhaust pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss cause where I come from it's survival of the fittest long beach east side all I move with this hittas
nights like this I wish to ride low in the chevy hit a switch in the city burning killer with a ******* mirror mirror on the wall call me the *******t*2 Im creeping up on ya bending corners that reefer aroma, strong as ammonia but we keep it on us *******s is no longer important you had your moment but we still smoking season is open on duck ass ******* who don't knw what the code is if the Gs brung you up then you would have know this now witness the coldest now im rolling my own *******t, owner*******p, owning this, owning that park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip identified by what you drive the streets don't have a face has ears and eyes and sharp muh******* teeth it will eat your ass alive living dangerously high this hustle is a drug this game is a ******* the only one I love. yup yup Im in a stupid clean chevy whole top glassed out me & spitta hopped off in a super sport& smashed out catch me on the next flight, high living that jet life my pocket got an appetite that make the ******* pop tonight loud pack bought a pound at the jet lounge haters running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground im in the city burning killa with a ******* drop the top & make a wish roll it up &get them chips big wheels deep dish painted with chrome lip purple what I pour sip shake that ass &make it flip wasn't for them dollars big paper burning wheels I got a pint& im bout to pop the seal of it she like that action imma pass around &let her toss it now what you know about the classics with motor in it 454s supercharges with rubber spinning pimp tight dirty sprite LED headights the way she bounce it up&down be outta sight burning paper back to back that foreign smoke we taking off so take a seat now have a toast mirror mirror on the wall Imma ball &Imma score, Imma get a dough & after that Imma ******* a hoe put me in the game let me show you how to do this *******t diamonds gripping against wheel I hit the strip uh oh gees *******s ain't ******* with my team I made it past 25 so im OG once I clear a million dollars im pass the blow the whole P riding brand new seats still covered in plastic rims with the beat I call that a mix and master closer too my dreams when they come to getting gwapole bet that I throw it you can hear me from a block away 4-12s in the trunk got the chevy beating stupid thinking should I four door it today or should I coupe it new or old school it the hommies in the hood say I be fooling 383 stroker on gangster I be moving posi pazzi the rear equipped with the dual exhaust pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss cause where I come from it's survival of the fittest long beach east side all I move with this hittas
