13 x 7 (feat. KingDavid Alegend, Tastic OG & Azone Devore)
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
It's just me and my old school
And I'm beatin' down the block
Got my bass on, knock
Them haters gon' watch
Them hoes gon' talk
But when I pull up
I really don't gotta say too much
Yeah, tell me, am I all alone
Yeah, they hate me cause they ain't me
But when I came up
They acted like they made me
Motherfucker, the only thing that made me
Was AZ
So stop actin' like you paid me
Pay me, pay me
And I'm actin' like you love me
Hate me, hate me, hate me
And I might just put you in a swisher
I might have a groupie take a picture
I might have to paint it fuckin' clearer
Lil' homie, you fuckin' with an OG
Don't turn me to a killer
Chevrolet Impala with the candy pace shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Look, I be hittin' all year
What you wanna hear
I tell her what she like
Tongue kiss in her ear
Like, I could get you over here
It never cost me nothin
Matter of fact, I beat that beat that back
Ain't no more runnin
Tell your friends that you ain't comin' back
I have you stunnin
Got you, got you, that new Gucci bag
Ain't no more frontin
She off with that cocaine
Birkin, cocaine
Birkin, cocaine the dope game
Your ex nigga lame though
Stay in your lane though
I busted your brain, hoe
In the zone, we keep it lit like them hot
Jalapenos, I'm all up in you
Shorty know I'm him too
She suckin' on my neck
And these tattoos in the backseat
Of my
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
I tell her you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad
But you ain't better than my Lowlow
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
But she ain't better than my Lowlow
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
It's just me and my old school
And I'm beatin' down the block
Got my bass on, knock
Them haters gon' watch
Them hoes gon' talk
But when I pull up
I really don't gotta say too much
Yeah, tell me, am I all alone
Yeah, they hate me cause they ain't me
But when I came up
They acted like they made me
Motherfucker, the only thing that made me
Was AZ
So stop actin' like you paid me
Pay me, pay me
And I'm actin' like you love me
Hate me, hate me, hate me
And I might just put you in a swisher
I might have a groupie take a picture
I might have to paint it fuckin' clearer
Lil' homie, you fuckin' with an OG
Don't turn me to a killer
Chevrolet Impala with the candy pace shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Look, I be hittin' all year
What you wanna hear
I tell her what she like
Tongue kiss in her ear
Like, I could get you over here
It never cost me nothin
Matter of fact, I beat that beat that back
Ain't no more runnin
Tell your friends that you ain't comin' back
I have you stunnin
Got you, got you, that new Gucci bag
Ain't no more frontin
She off with that cocaine
Birkin, cocaine
Birkin, cocaine the dope game
Your ex nigga lame though
Stay in your lane though
I busted your brain, hoe
In the zone, we keep it lit like them hot
Jalapenos, I'm all up in you
Shorty know I'm him too
She suckin' on my neck
And these tattoos in the backseat
Of my
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
Chevrolet Impala with the candy paint shinin
13x7s with the bass, now we ridin
I tell her you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad, you bad
But you ain't better than my Lowlow
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
But she ain't better than my Lowlow
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Writer(s): David Tapia
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