DO YA THING E

Them boys snitchin' all day, why I'm on the Phone I'm in silver S5 pound on the block You don't see the young player clown in the Drop Ain't that true? G-Gang spin hard So what's up? Exhibit your way through Money earned, two-tone Coupe, stainless ocean blue Twenty-eight sit over You, Ferrari some off the roof When you sit TV on The flip a face up, tell a nigga chip Up Down, shinin' Rolls up, feelin' like I'm Mack Rose Cadillac with five hoes, make these suckers Hate foes Goddamn right, 'cause we do this every Night With the same big face 'cause we laid Through a bite I got that squad down, I Got that tint down, boy Got real young player With a boss sound, boy Everything on point, Everything on point point, everything on point I got Down, boy Got a young player with a boss Sound, boy Everything everything Point I'm in the hood at a drop-top coupe Slow Mashin' the horsepower in the Porsche dollar Niggas on they porches hollerin', the copper Thunderbelt Tear it down to somethin' else, shawty Somethin' else I know but make the sound I Got the smooth loop shit, follow me, No appointment Four plug guitar plug, it's green Diamond, purple heart Like James Bond, My drizzle a Sephora Spring break was crazy, I'ma cut this with some water Got curly head, Dirty red, raw, ain't nothin' here Leanin' in the Lincoln with a five-O man Lookin' in the tinted Kitchen left side man Lady laid out in Lake Worth by the lake The they call it rails, Drop the streets when they walk on Muscle cars Straight bumpin', look the stamps on Yeah, Paint him right up fresh I've Been with the cellar, another thing squad down, boy, I got that tint down, boy Got a real Young player with boss sound, boy