Daze E

Praise. Sittin' sideways. Yeah. Uh. Forty-eight, nigga. Feeling like a star, Moving so slow. I be doing me, wrist with the glow. I was outside, laid back, flexed. Got no chill, hate at your discretion. Do it for the city, do it for the Sis. All black tint, ride private like a jet. Me and Lil H moving in the GT. What you can't be, nigga, watch me. Might three-wheel when I'm coming down camp. Certified great, H time, that's stamped. Banging my screw, Rogers on the one, Two. Ever touch mine, bitch, you'll make it on The news. Bunch of diamonds hanging on my neck. Bitch, you can bet. Playing with the bag, I can flex, no sweat. On the Galban like it's Kappa in the sand. Corn drop top, wind blowing like a fan. Riding top down, riding on blue. Sitting on fours, banging my screw. Forty-eight killer with the flow, nothing new. Me and Lil Boss, Trunk Wave coming through. I be in the hood feeling like a star. Something in the trunk sounding like war. Fresh pair of fours, went threw 'em on the Card. Fucking up a tab while they playing with The bar. Running up a check, who got plenty? Gang on deck, look at my neck. Give me my respect, taking no loss. I was game seven, yeah, you might get crossed. Me and Lil King swinging a swing. Everything gleam, now they jumping on my team. Yeah, I ride clean, haters not ready. Million dollar nigga in the Chevy. Sitting sideways, boys in a daze. Ought to be a coach, way I'm making plays. Cartier shades, big stepping in my J's. I'ma get the chips, bag it up like Lays. I'ma ride sly, fifth wheel tipper. Got the trunk waving, grass, no slippers. Ain't been faded, better get your clippers. Cane on my neck, ain't nothing sicker. Man, hold up.