215

1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah! 10th letter in the alphabet
In the air when I'm riding in the hot box
They be sleeping on the Nina, like she not hot
But she a baddie, so you cock her & she pop pop
Winning baby, all my niggas never poor sports
But we poor yours
And we poor yours
Loud pouring out the whip baby, 4 doors
AUX gettin bitches lit baby, no drawers
For sure, imma skurt when I skeet
With her head in my lap on the 215
Man I love this So Cal life baby, Cuz So Cal right
Got them baddies & they don't act right
McFly, word up, all day
Man I'm riding through the Fly.E higher than the rent you pay, but aye
Cuz it ain't nobody wild as us
With my folk riding shotgun
East bound 91
Down the 215
That newer thing
We L I T & blasted
On the 215
Got a few with me
And they doing big things, flashing
Oooh! My niggas too fire
They on, so tell me who light up
They gone, so baby who riding
Bitch im in the Nina & I'm
Flying down the 215
Swervin on the 215
Im either with a bad ting
Or its me & my team
Off to the party
Or I'm chasing the cream
Just know that when we pulling up
That we stealing the scene
Rollin up while we rollin
In the whip like its stolen
Live my life like its Golden, aye
Got the drank & we poor it
Got the smoke watch me blow it
Make a movie gon record it, aye
We hit the 215 like where you wanna go
Hit the beach hit the city or we can hit my show
Foot on the gas we aint worried bout the 5-0
To the window, she gimme top thats on the low
My bro Rome hit me trying to hit the studio
We on the way, beat slapping on the radio
Got the song, now we plotting on the video
Where we gon shoot it though
You already know
Oooh! My niggas too fire
They on, so tell me who light up
They gone, so baby who riding
Bitch im in the Nina & I'm
Flying down the 215
That newer thing
We L I T & blasted
On the 215
Got a few with me
And they doing big things, flashing
Flying to the function
They in the back seat
Them short shorts got it looking like a track meet
I turn the music up, they telling me to blast me
Everybody high
Bass lower than her ass be
So where the gas be
Underneath the back seat
I gotta bag
I been rollin up since last week
Rolling me a fat piece
Cuz that's how Romey do it
Kick it with the fire like a mother fucker had to shoot
I'm a trip if them hoes riding with me trying to go styling like they want to ghost ride anything
She can drive a stick
I'm so with it
Hit the clutch while this girl ghost ride my dick
Go wild, I'm with all the homies
On the way to the function over here
Yes, everybody going
Yes, everybody knowing just who with me
The crew with me
Flying down the two fifteen
Oooh! My niggas too fire
They on, so tell me who light up
They gone, so baby who riding
Bitch im in the Nina & I'm
Flying down the 215
That newer thing
We L I T & blasted
On the 215
Got a few with me
And they doing big things, flashing