| Cruzin down the street, real slow
|
| Rolex hanging out the win-dow
|
| Boys smell like hella weed, shiit
|
| Try telling me something that I don’t know
|
| Front of my crib looking like a car show
|
| Back of the crib, we building a grotto
|
| Yo brother got a gun on him, yeah i know
|
| He just watching out for assholes
|
| Sucka niggas never get past go
|
| They don’t deserve tomorrow
|
| They running on time that’s borrowed
|
| Might get run over at the crossroads
|
| Smoking on gas in a hard top
|
| Six-trey in the mothafucking parking lot
|
| Parked outside the strip spot
|
| Bout to see this bad bitch my girl bringing out, for me
|
| Chevrolet’s rolling like dice
|
| Dayton spokes shining like ice
|
| Never seen game in your life
|
| Recognize when it’s in your eyes
|
| Chevrolet’s rolling like dice
|
| Dayton spokes shinin like, yeah… |