You can't see me riding out three.
Headed paint with Rain TV.
Lone Star State, living life great.
Players where you run, this will build your faith.
You can't see me riding down three.
Candy Pants with Brain TV.
Long Star State, living life great.
Play us where you want, just to give you faith.
Uh, bitch, I'm screened up, screened up, blinged up, blinged up, beat the scene up, brand new beamer.
Yeah, light the joke up, uh, pop the door up, uh, push a button and the sunroof close up.
It's looking good, right?
I'm the wood type.
Finally got my cash right.
Talk next tail.
Big body SL.
Chase the game up.
V12, the box shell.
Yeah, I'm stunting on them.
Lots of pump on them.
Living life like a ram.
I get pumped.
I'm in mad smoke, get money overload.
I'm feeling I'm the Black Dunny Brasco.
A piece of cash flow, broke in the past, ho You can't catch me with a motherfuckin' lasso
That's what's up.
That's what's up.
Get your bucks.
Get your bucks.
Me and Snow will ride this whole living great team beat.
Riding down three, candy paint, with Brain TV, Lone Star State.
Living life great.
Put us where you want.
Disappear if you faint.
You can't see me.
Yeah.
Right now, three.
Get it paint.
Woof, rain, tee, pee.
I can't see a star.
Love Star State.
Living life great.
Yeah.
That's what you want.
Disappear if you fight.
Yeah.
Yeah.
We major money makers, get it out to state skaters.
Put the flat G's in the face of these fucking haters.
Satellite for the screens, plus for the radio.
Throw a plasma on the dough, roll by and shock a hoe.
Big paper, get in mode, voice activated dough.
Touch screen navigation, tell us where the fuck to go.
Automated startup.
Soon as you pump the brake, me and touch livin' great Violated East States, players that wipe ones at face Cause them be the ones they hate
Big bucks we gotta make, tell them that they gotta wait.
Money by the suitcase, taking up a lot of space.
All the rides out to states, dealers gotta translate.
Grinding at a fast pace, building up our fan base.
It's for the one, show us love, give us dabs and handshakes.
We got a plan to make.
Bank, we got a plan to break.
I don't think they see the rap game.
We got to play the same beat.
Riding down three.
Candy Pank with Rain TV.
Lone Star State.
Living life great.
Play as way you want.
Discipline if you fake.
You can't see me.
Right now, three.
Kenny Payne.
Wolf Brain TV.
Lone Star State.
You're living life great.
Do it elsewhere you want.
This will give you faith.
I can vow nonetheless with the best thumb.
But if it is something less, then it's
Two cribs, two pools in the game room.
It's your way, though.
SUVs, so much room.
You could quilt wall.
For real.
With back doors same size as a ballpark.
It's your way, though.
I said it's right.
T-Town, that's my record label.
But John got it customized on my pool table.
We pulled up on half an hour's minus six, nigga.
That's so you motherfuckin' bitch niggas I'm havin' thang like Statham or St.
Talion But you know I'm about to rollercoaster in your own lawn
Being a dirty cell rider's a good feeling Cause yellow diamonds caught me, baby, like Brian Williams
Ain't no other niggas better.
Ain't no need for asking.
And I'll teach you how to stunt like KTV.
Right now, three, Candy Pink, Roof Brain TV, Lone Star State.
Living life great.
Play as way you want.
Disappear if you fake.
You can't see me.
Right now, three.
Kenny Pink.
Wolf Brain TV.
Long Star State.
You're living life great.
Play us where you want.
Disappear your fate.
