Crem de la crem, homie… top shelf, ye know
I like my beat down low, and my top let back,
You can see me ridin 24s, with a chopper in the back
And if ye like ye
Kenwood HIGH, and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high, and ya windows pitch black
I like my beat down low, and my top let back,
You can see me ridin 24s, with a chopper in the back
Aye holla if ye like ye
Kenwood hot, and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high, and ya windows pitch black, hey
Im the man in my city, aint nobody fuckin wit me
You can ask the real niggaz, and all the bad bitches
Im a known drug dealer, I always have 50s
And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me
SSS on 26s, watchin some television
Shorty, Im never slippin got the berretta in vision
And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin
Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whippin
Pimp stolen the automobile and the roof for the tag missin
Polices try to pursue me its nothin but gas given
Addicted to fast livin, yes Im one of my dads children
Think Im bad now, shoulda seen me before I had children
Give dick to ya daddys daughter and dare her to have children?
Hope he got some insurance cause death her ass enduring
Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet paint drippin while Im woodgrain grippin
I got this Pimp Squad Click, I know you hearda bout us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we aint worried bout much
On this glock I, clutch In God I trust
If a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bust
Got ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked up
What, ya under estimation thought a star wouldnt bust
I got the heart and the guts, on this purp I blow
Move ten bricks daily tryin to twerk five mo
Ya see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood Road
On the flyest bird in Cali fuckin Hollywood Hos
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro
Bumpin Goodie Mob, Soul Food, number fo
Other rappers old dudes told dudes Ima pro
With a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow
Hey nigga dont you hit me less you buyin 6 or mo
My 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin
I wear the crown down under, man somebody better tell em
For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailin
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy
And now we ridin Giovannis and Asanis on Pirellis
If ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded
Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck
Ya think he aint getn stuck you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked up
Will he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile Im racin my Ferarri like a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car…