Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody Get a glimpse of da real or nigga or who inside it With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy Bitches getting stoned just by standing around us Music turnt up but the smoke way louder Must be amateur night, these mufuckin kids Think they fucking with us they fucking stupid They talking shit just to hear themselves But I ain't worrying about em I got a life time subscription of that car and driver California prescription pounds of exotic Riding to that old hypnotize mind shit Stay in the flyest stitches, not even tryin bitches You lying nigga, smoking that middle class grass You ain't really high is ya? I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown But I figured I share it with my team cause I came here with em Grab a plate Thanksgiving, word to Corner Boy Pete, I'm lane switchin Chevy heavy so is my chain Spitta Andretti On a paper mission Indy 500 driven Addicted to this winning, this the victory lap And fuck the club you wanna get in I ain't even attending just maintaining my engine See I got too many cars And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in em Take em out for a ride make sure they doin fine Mo Money Mo Problems these problems I don't mind Standing outside trying pick which one I'm a drive Let my bitches decide appreciating my highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
