Das Dillinger, ESG, Slim Thug, doing it up real big.
What's going down, my nigga?
Let me hear you holler, holler.
If you love the summertime, hit the DJ shop.
Get your drop top shine.
Ain't no subway still.
It's thugs down here.
The best part is about to end the night.
Not the best thing to ski.
M&K on Sunday.
Candice, pray you don't break.
Playing PlayStation
Looking good when I come through.
I smell barbecue.
E and G too true.
Hot roof, purple Sprite.
Seeing in the bins, rim circling the light.
Cardi ain't good with ice.
Got a cooler full of cold ones.
Same way, boy.
You know, the plays are the old ones.
AMEs on the SUVs.
DVDs with the five TVs.
Man.
Off the showroom floor, I lit a thug life.
Boy, you already know.
come on
See, ain't no feeling like this feeling when you're balling and you're chilling.
Stack of chips about a minute.
See the whole strength.
And I puffin' the pine, hit the now I'm in the wind again Hit up ESG and slip, thud, polish my ribs, uh So fresh and so clean, I hit the top of my friends, uh Seattle G and Sinclair, what's up, Sin?
Hey, this nigga married you way, every day, all day I'm so serious about it, don't doubt it, if you a G, straight shot it Put your pistols in the air, be about it This way and that way, sideways on a highway Motherfucker, I do it my way, you see what you see
It's just what you get.
You can see it slip up and dance.
Chopping gangsta shit.
And you know what?
Rock.
Rock.
We love you.
We'll see you next time.
The sunshine got me down while I hit to the sand.
Top down, music playing, wood grain in my hand.
It's summertime.
So I feel like I got to shine.
Candid those glass bowls with a fifth recline.
Popping truck on wings is how we climb.
And that bitch from my wrist to neck, I'm invisible.
All right, baby.
It's out of sight.
Sticky green over the...
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride.
See what you see is just what you get.
It's you step up and dance, drop it, get your stuff, shit.
B-H, yeah, ESG, Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger.
Running the South, the North, the West, the East.
Yeah.
Put your hands up.
All my bitches, put your hands up.
Real gangster, put your hands up.
Deep.
