93 On 95
After I say it one time
Go ahead and throw
The kicks back in
Start that shit from the intro
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my
I'm in my
I'm in my
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Hitting the gas I'm on zoom
Bout to take off to the moon
Getting so high I turn to a
Cartoon
Balenci Balenci Balenci on
My shoes
If you pimping, go to church
And pay yo dues
If you aint I get it from who you
See stripping you tipping
I can't help it most of you is
Simping
I smoke until I get fried like
A chicken
I just got some head from a
Bitch I call a chicken
Oh, that's yo wife I'm sorry
Like future said
I don't want her Steve Harvey
Bringing the best loud to the party
Yo bitch just want the blow like Charlie
I'm making her laugh like Chris Farley
Space-Cowboy too gnarly
And you know the Space-Cowboy too gnarly
I'm in my drop top thats my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna uhhh
Tell me what you tryna do
She can't play me like no fool
Bitch I make it do what it do
Made of glass I see right through
Bitch sit down like I did my coupe
Play a little bitch like i play that flute
Bitch nigga who you with you can
Get it too
The way I kick shit like this Kungfu
I love my bitch but I really need two
Up my blick when I really need too
Ima pop my shit if I feel the need fool
You aint gotta say it bitch I know we cool
Two stepping in them 1000-dollar shoes
Two step away with yo bitch she gave
You the blues
Hustler so she love the way I move
Hold up little bitch don't let me catch
A groove
Operating on this bitch I'm too smooth
Lock in her eyes and I'm the one that she choose
I keep the trees burning so it's cool
Burning trees when I stress, and I lose
I'm burning trees when I'm winning shit too
Roll down the window its gassy as fuck
You got passed I put you out on your luck
I know you really want smoke with us
Little bitch you gotta focus
Roll my blunt on a tour bus
Og hash getting rolled up
Preciate my bro for it throw me the
Pass I'm going for it
You need the pack ship you the order
Talk cash money like I'm from New Orleans
But I'm in that S A V cross the water
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Go ahead and throw
The kicks back in
Start that shit from the intro
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my
I'm in my
I'm in my
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Hitting the gas I'm on zoom
Bout to take off to the moon
Getting so high I turn to a
Cartoon
Balenci Balenci Balenci on
My shoes
If you pimping, go to church
And pay yo dues
If you aint I get it from who you
See stripping you tipping
I can't help it most of you is
Simping
I smoke until I get fried like
A chicken
I just got some head from a
Bitch I call a chicken
Oh, that's yo wife I'm sorry
Like future said
I don't want her Steve Harvey
Bringing the best loud to the party
Yo bitch just want the blow like Charlie
I'm making her laugh like Chris Farley
Space-Cowboy too gnarly
And you know the Space-Cowboy too gnarly
I'm in my drop top thats my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna uhhh
Tell me what you tryna do
She can't play me like no fool
Bitch I make it do what it do
Made of glass I see right through
Bitch sit down like I did my coupe
Play a little bitch like i play that flute
Bitch nigga who you with you can
Get it too
The way I kick shit like this Kungfu
I love my bitch but I really need two
Up my blick when I really need too
Ima pop my shit if I feel the need fool
You aint gotta say it bitch I know we cool
Two stepping in them 1000-dollar shoes
Two step away with yo bitch she gave
You the blues
Hustler so she love the way I move
Hold up little bitch don't let me catch
A groove
Operating on this bitch I'm too smooth
Lock in her eyes and I'm the one that she choose
I keep the trees burning so it's cool
Burning trees when I stress, and I lose
I'm burning trees when I'm winning shit too
Roll down the window its gassy as fuck
You got passed I put you out on your luck
I know you really want smoke with us
Little bitch you gotta focus
Roll my blunt on a tour bus
Og hash getting rolled up
Preciate my bro for it throw me the
Pass I'm going for it
You need the pack ship you the order
Talk cash money like I'm from New Orleans
But I'm in that S A V cross the water
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Tell me what you tryna do
I'm in my drop top that's my
Mother fucking coupe
Burning 93 my GT is too
On 95 I'm burning rubber with you
Tell me what you tryna do
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Quackenbush
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