ugh drill rudders ceramic brakes homie what does it take pimpin can you afford that model and make how many horses listen to the floders 44 foot sea rate like boating ain t step on the other one since mardi gras morning what a wild party that was them bitches was horny rain dancing raising champagne glasses pouring bottles out for the homies that i haven t forgot about the ones that i m always writing about get high ride for em looking through the clouds no they see me coming down al coupe steering wheel dash forest fire i mma burn it down seats leather chevy heavy them lightweight niggas to feathery ducked chracteristics that ll make you bitch switch teams pull up in that bently and your bitch skipped the scene like the cd scratch these hoes was sleep now they wanna wake up by me audio dope i ll make em relapse baby gurl relax i ll be back in a minute but now roll that trademark touchin bread cause i m well connected bossed up real nigga till i m laying breathless i came for the cash and checks what chall expected check it i m high as fuck young wild and reckless you guessed it i mma get mine before i exit respect it my freshness my style my message cause ain t nobody fuckin with me now no questions i m on another level from these niggas i left em in the dirt or in the air reclined on leathers first class purp stash in my ralph bag smell it oh really i don t give a fuck what they gon tell me i done made it from the bottom to the top and i upgraded but still i remain underrated and overhated but fuck it the real of me so ugh i m celebrated ridin old schools but the paints updated i ride right in town take my place at the table talk a lot of shit because i am able to back it up its just me i don t need to set the start actin tough it s a wrap pack it up mingles bag what the fuck i m in the cut rolling up who you know high as us and i still whip the wheel like it s stolen smoke a new j into a coma sky s the limit what this road offers i try to warn niggas they don t want it niggas got me fucked up they dont know me from the cradle to the grave i get money i stay humble loyal to the key i keep it 100 and i kick that ill shit like i m puntin and even in the nigga kept his hood bumpin i gained a few stripes in this concrete jungle niggas can t keep me down i m a hustler hoping i don t blow then it s fuck ya i m on my legal grind direct me to the money i ll be back with a duffel so close to the edge they might bungie ya ll pray for em sleeping on my skills they ll pay for it checkmate make your move playboy live from the set bitch better not miss this jet outtttt1