Yeah.
Gia.
that's how we dip check it out come on i'm in the light blue six tray top down tubs in the air
Giving niggas to fly on eight switches in the backseat.
Two bitches fascinated how I'm getting my hood riches.
Hop out at the weed spot, spin them a stack.
Haters trying to get an eye to contemplate.
Who's that cocky suited up?
The Chuck Taylors hat might say L.A., sometimes the Raiders.
My ass goes up with ease.
And the desert eagle close if I gotta squeeze.
Bitch, please.
Don't lean on the hood.
I spent all day trying to clean it so good.
pumps and the dumps 15's hump standing too close homie we gon' thump I bet my Lola motherfuckin' hot
Any day.
Don't gas.
I'll even lick on the freeway.
I walk around with the glocks all day.
I walk around with the glocks all day.
On the late night hype, E was steady dipping.
On the solo mission, so I roll with the clipping.
Looking for chicken, BDP.
No slippin'.
Quick draw McGraw.
Niggas with steady lippin'.
I ain't tippin'.
Give me the dub.
Then bounce.
Bucket full of chickens.
So we blow on the ounce.
So fresh, so clean in my 501s.
White tee, house shoes, and my gun.
Hope it turn into a good day like Ice Cube.
And I ain't gotta have a nigga trying to breathe through a tube.
Just me and my low low with a low ho.
Hit the switch in my lap or head to yo-yo.
Like I'm the Grand Marshal in the Contra Parade down Contra Boulevard.
Top up.
Made in the U.S.
but shipped overseas.
Niggas riding around on 100-spoke D's.
I walk around with the glocks all day.
I walks around with the glocks all day.
Jesus.
I walk around with the Glocks all day.
She loves you.
Zier.
Yeah.
