Donatello

Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
Party on sixth I'm riding down SoCo
Keep a nine on me I'm flexin' like Romo
R.I.P. Chad, I'm draped out in Polo

I got a call from Dee the G he said, "Motherfuck a hater"
That's my big brother like Kane and Undertaker
I hopped in the slab and I'm swangin' like nunchucks
The plug hit me up party time kowabunga
Four door C-Class but I drive it like a Hummer
Let the top back let 'em know we killin' this summer
Still rockin' Polo and its fuck Hilfiger
Keep a small circle only fuck with trill niggas
Came from the sewer ain't a damn thing pretty
Now a country boy living in the big city
Bad bitches at my show, let me sign them titties
Party in the third ward, shout to H-Town Diddy
Chrome on my tires so I'm sitting on shredders
Looking fly as I glide in my ride, Clyde Drexler
Grippin' on the grain so I might get a splinter
Kinda hungry from the munchies so it's pizza for dinner

I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello

Name ain't Knievel but stunt what I do
Pray to Jesus when I let back my roof
R.I.P. Pimp, these are country rap tunes
And if I ain't chopped and sc-screwed it ain't mus'
Moved from the sticks, got a house in the hills
And I know I snowbunny that told me come thru and chill
From the H-Town so you know that she trill
She down to ride, call her April O'neil
Just popped a seal, hope it don't spill
Death to the fake, life to the real
Sitting on leather, oh what a feel
Whippin' and sippin', Jesus take the wheel
You can smell the scent when I open the door
Got kush, got drank and I need mo'
Might pour a fo', holla at your bo'
Don't forget a pack of them swishers from the sto'
Shout out to Doodie, X-man, Quita, Possum
Living at the top, know we started from the bottom
Nine seven nine, two five six know I got 'em
Roll up a blunt then we pass it like Stockton
Shout out to Dez and shout out to Bogan
This for the Ville, this for Magnolia-Logan
Don't get it twisted Cuz got that extend
Shoot your lame ass like duck hunt on Nintendo
Mayne

I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello

I got my windows down
Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood
I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
Just call me Donatello