Yeah
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yeah
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
N'ah mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce bounce
Yo
Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasoning was finger licking
Everything looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jingling below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we whylin and we thugging a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed balling, like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack
Now let's get high, and let's get drunk
You feel that bounce, then turn it up
You light your L, and blaze it up
Get in the game, and change it up
Come in the spot, and flame it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Let's get this dough, and live it up
Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds
Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out
We never resort to any measure to
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