02 Impala
Everything 100 man, just keep shit 100 man
Nah we good its this take right here shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta SS shit
Don't touch my dope lil bitch if you cant roll it
Hit that shit two times I had her choking
Told her hold it She can't hold it but she hold it down uh
Keep her coming when she comin down uh
We ain't talking but the room loud uh
Put some cash up in a pocket catch a play round da town I ain't out here with that flexing
Niggas tryna gun you down
Keep my Fazo's clean and a pack of white tees uh
Eating doing business might uh spilt a lil grease
Spent 300 on some acne joggers just to feel the breeze uh
Rag top Cadillac
Sitting on d's
Got a g for every bump on ya face
I got a hoe for every bud on ya taste
She bottom heavy shawty shaped like a vase
Is you hustling or is you tryna flex for these hoes
Put everything on the line I still be betting on joe
Straight drop it was fresh off da boat
It match my retro 4's
Told lil momma she should follow her nose
Man is you riding out
Put new wheels on the whip my shit sliding now uh
Skating on the way wit a arm out
Every time she see me it's a pond now
Got mine now
Wan get down now uh
Catch me on these planes I be flying out uh
Hot box in the sky I see the clouds now uh
Making paper moves when all the cops out yea
Tints on all the windows they won't find out yeah
You wont ever catch me yeah
Yeaaah bitch
Everything 100
You know what I mean
Everything 100
I'm 100
All of My Bitches 100
You know what I mean
Pockets 100
No Stress
Yeah
Nah we good its this take right here shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta SS shit
Don't touch my dope lil bitch if you cant roll it
Hit that shit two times I had her choking
Told her hold it She can't hold it but she hold it down uh
Keep her coming when she comin down uh
We ain't talking but the room loud uh
Put some cash up in a pocket catch a play round da town I ain't out here with that flexing
Niggas tryna gun you down
Keep my Fazo's clean and a pack of white tees uh
Eating doing business might uh spilt a lil grease
Spent 300 on some acne joggers just to feel the breeze uh
Rag top Cadillac
Sitting on d's
Got a g for every bump on ya face
I got a hoe for every bud on ya taste
She bottom heavy shawty shaped like a vase
Is you hustling or is you tryna flex for these hoes
Put everything on the line I still be betting on joe
Straight drop it was fresh off da boat
It match my retro 4's
Told lil momma she should follow her nose
Man is you riding out
Put new wheels on the whip my shit sliding now uh
Skating on the way wit a arm out
Every time she see me it's a pond now
Got mine now
Wan get down now uh
Catch me on these planes I be flying out uh
Hot box in the sky I see the clouds now uh
Making paper moves when all the cops out yea
Tints on all the windows they won't find out yeah
You wont ever catch me yeah
Yeaaah bitch
Everything 100
You know what I mean
Everything 100
I'm 100
All of My Bitches 100
You know what I mean
Pockets 100
No Stress
Yeah
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Writer(s): Davion Wright, Walter Young
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