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Get the fuck outta here with that weak shit Man. You know that go man. This Got for you bitches. Yeah. I like them big rims so you see Me on them boys. I like them big trucks cause I like them Big toys. My Glock stays cocked and my pockets Full of stone. I'm looking so clean police won't Leave me alone. My rims keep spinning while I'm at the red Light. My jewelry's going off if I'm 12 o'clock At night. I'm candy apple red and my paint Is looking fresh. Them po-po keep on looking they can hardly catch They breath. Them boys keep scraping as I'm twisting On them curbs. I'm stopping by my nigga's whoop A 50 sack of herb. You know I'm riding like 24's on them things. I paid 10 thousand for my fucking pinky ring. I'm bumping up the frame I got lots of TV screens. You haters mad as fuck when I Roll up on the scene. My lows on pros loaded with them bucket seats. You hoes can ride for free but you hoes Won't ride with me. Yeah you can catch me riding 24's on that Lac. And if you got 5 on a drink Get in back. Now put your seatbelt on cause You know I'm ready to ride. My rims so big I need a ladder to Climb inside. Yeah you can catch me riding 24's on that Lac. And if you got 5 on a drink Get in back. Now put your seatbelt on cause You know I'm ready to ride. My rims so big I need a ladder to Climb inside. I got a whole fleet of them candy apple Cars. I got so many cars I had to Buy another yard