| My steering wheel wood, &my wheels croma. | 
| Can’t pay these niggas to leave me alone. | 
| I’m so fresh, I’m so fresh. | 
| I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter. | 
| Sum bout been a trille ass nigga. | 
| I’m so fresh. | 
| I’m so fresh. | 
| Paint candy racin’sribs. | 
| Crush dem bitches off the rip. | 
| I don’t think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually. | 
| See me speedin', cops don’t see em', fuck em'&feed em’wouldn’t wanna be em'. | 
| I ain’t scared of ya’ll, | 
| I ain’t no regular broad I’ain’t scared at all. | 
| Like bone crusher I’ll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big | 
| big brone. | 
| Ride spinners like 3−6 do. | 
| Let me do me nigga you do you. | 
| Suck this clit till my shit turn blue. | 
| Put a bitch to sleep wake me up when you threw. | 
| I’ma get dress so fresh lookin’new and it’s back to the chevy or the cab for | 
| you. | 
| Chuck &Duece switchin’lanes. | 
| Ridin’dat douk &sittin'on things. | 
| You ain’t never met a bitch like me and your bitch ain’t never ride a dick like | 
| me. | 
| Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin’on the street, | 
| bitch I’m ridin; | 
| BIG. | 
| Ain’t too many niggas like me. | 
| I’m from a rare breed. | 
| I walk it like I talk. | 
| Was raise by a G. | 
| You ain’t suppose to like me dog, cuz I’m what you wanna be. | 
| From top to bottom being trille that’s something that’s in me. | 
| It’s a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real nigga. | 
| I been out here gettin’money, since I was a lil nigga. | 
| I’m loved by these hoes, respected by these killers, | 
| it took years of thuggin’to get to this point nigga. | 
| I don’t know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks. | 
| I been broke, came up and I ain’t going back. | 
| Cuz money get you friends, choppers get you respect. | 
| Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. |