Lyrics
Bend’in conors in that black El Camino
Boss moves, run my city, call Niño
Trunk full of work White Girl You ain’t even know
Mr. streitch’em out, how I turn 2 to 4
Toss so many racks, Racks can’t see the floor
Straight jacket flow, whip, suicide the doors
My pimp’n so cold, Fidget same level as Fillmore
My bracelet 30 degrees below, wrist rocky subzero stay froze
Bruce Leroy Shownuff got that glow, all these hoes, yeah they
wanna roll Jewelry high beam, gold everything, trap degree, master that
triple beam Cup full of lean, quarter pound of green, cut 2X, now she
bless the team Brown paper bag full of dirty doe, count it up, drop off,
quarter pass 4 At that white house, with the broke screen door, pull
round back Lights off, creep slow, drive thru, pop the truck, order get
load Easy work, pay the toll, smooth like a George Garvin finger roll
Fresh out the Polo store, POLO STORE money so thick, can’t fold,
don’t ask the price, hit’em with that pick and roll. Sped off quick
I’m too rich horses on the hood match the headrest stitch
Toss the lil ponies up front, that be the trunk, jockey up when I
Slide inside, stunners on time to ride, pass through the iron gates,
Doors lift up, I hope out ain’t god great.
ANTONIO SPEARS
Songtrust Ave, TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc.