Haagen Lanez
Diamond in back and
The front with the logo
Blowing on kush pack
Nigga no dodo
Hop in the lac and
I'm strapped with the four four
Don't try to jack me
Nigga that's a no-no
CEO you can call me head honcho
Run it up fast gotta get bread pronto
V8 engines horsepower like bronco
Pull up big body look like rhinos
Plenty hoe numbers
That's up in my cell phone
She ant talking money
Then she can get the hell on
Break shit down
I'm rolling up a whole zone
First class kush
My nigga I'm so gone
Slob on my knob
Lil baby a freak hoe
Know my lyrics she boosting my ego
Pink mink coat looking like flamingo
Fuck my whip she digging my lingo
Big body swerving
Fresh off the lot
Like I'm in a suburban
Sitting sideways
Like my swangers is turning
Rolling on choppers
Them boppers be lurking
Flipping through 30
I'm headed to Irvin
King of my city
I'm knowing my worthy
Moment of silence
I'm praying for all of my haters
I know that they hurting
Fresh candy paint
Got me dripping like car wash
Tell them catch up
We dripping that hot sauce
Big body swang like top golf
Pouring that syrup
I think I got a light cough
Trying to talk down get sent to the er
Got no pass we revoked your g card
Finna slide out
Like Mario go cart
Can't catch me
My nigga we too hard
Big body swerving
Like I'm taking up two lanes
Big body swerving
Like I'm taking up two lanes
The front with the logo
Blowing on kush pack
Nigga no dodo
Hop in the lac and
I'm strapped with the four four
Don't try to jack me
Nigga that's a no-no
CEO you can call me head honcho
Run it up fast gotta get bread pronto
V8 engines horsepower like bronco
Pull up big body look like rhinos
Plenty hoe numbers
That's up in my cell phone
She ant talking money
Then she can get the hell on
Break shit down
I'm rolling up a whole zone
First class kush
My nigga I'm so gone
Slob on my knob
Lil baby a freak hoe
Know my lyrics she boosting my ego
Pink mink coat looking like flamingo
Fuck my whip she digging my lingo
Big body swerving
Fresh off the lot
Like I'm in a suburban
Sitting sideways
Like my swangers is turning
Rolling on choppers
Them boppers be lurking
Flipping through 30
I'm headed to Irvin
King of my city
I'm knowing my worthy
Moment of silence
I'm praying for all of my haters
I know that they hurting
Fresh candy paint
Got me dripping like car wash
Tell them catch up
We dripping that hot sauce
Big body swang like top golf
Pouring that syrup
I think I got a light cough
Trying to talk down get sent to the er
Got no pass we revoked your g card
Finna slide out
Like Mario go cart
Can't catch me
My nigga we too hard
Big body swerving
Like I'm taking up two lanes
Big body swerving
Like I'm taking up two lanes
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jordan
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