Syked Out E

Call the guys up, it's time to slide. Call the guys up, it's time to slide. Go and grab the artillery, grab the fire. Go into the artillery, grab the fire. I don't wash my hands of these niggas, I Cut all ties. I think that I'm going crazy, I lost my Mind. Say she wanna have my baby, she got me Fine. I be rocking all kinds of drip, I count Them nines. I be having all types of girls, yeah, all Different kinds. I be pouring up different drank, yeah, all kinds Of lines. Front row, I put seat on you, but need Tracks. Shawty, if you dropping lil' one, you don't waste My time. Going real fast in a foreign car, yeah, this Push start. I'm mashing the gas, I'm breaking the dash, like I got some poles in this whip, just like A golf cart. I'm into his kicking shit, but I don't know Martial arts. In a two-liter four or six, Yeah, that's a work of art. At the bottom, look how that drink sit, yeah, That's my favorite part. Call the guys up, it's time to slide. Call the guys up, it's Time to slide. Go and grab the artillery, grab The fire. Go into the artillery, grab the fire. I don't wash my hands of these niggas, I Cut all ties. I think that I'm going crazy, I lost my Mind. Say she wanna have my baby, she got me Fine. I be rocking all kinds of drip, I count Them nines.