Oh Oh Yeah If it ain't a Chevy don't raise it up and if it ain't the kush don't blaze it up We stick it to the script while they're changing up and be sounding like the homie now. They fake us But look I was in the phone with my crotch I need copy on the tank getting hot with my whole hood behind me I had two zones on me play it cool that go Johnny as soon as I can said I feel like they got behind me So we try to hit the exit, but his brakes ain't work doing 50 on the ramp at the braces were Much to my surprise We ain't even crashing ain't nobody died, but we burn rubber from the side parking hopped out like it ain't nobody's side GPS the body shop this type of type happen all the *** time cuz I Am I die move right? Oh my mama. I'm all Hitting that side to side Wrap the flag around the pistol the rags it awkward How about swang it sacks on my boxers belt 1250 Robbins? Nice game Last week I died twice, but lose your mind and double-cross me. I'll be fine Right Papa was a Rolling Stone in the lowrider Piru boy with no passes in the clothes I'll expo six trays the bottle been to come to three women scrape the bottle Back pancake for what a man say pull up on your hood day and park it on your land I Get it for the low low