I put big-ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing
I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist
Girl, I got money all in my fucking pocket
I dont like talking, you can leave if you aint fucking
I aint want to fuck you anyway, bitch, you musty
Baby girl, you dusty, but my car do all the dusting
Riding in that Beamer, Bieber, bitch, Justin
Im screaming obscenities, bitch, Im cussing
She acting like a bee for the weed, bitch be buzzing
I told her bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin
Rest in peace Blood, if he was here, he would be mugging
My car super bad, I done named it McLovin
I told her, Ima leave my pants on while we fucking
I only want to fuck you for ten minutes, then Im nutting, Im nothing
I put big-ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing
I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist
Im sipping red, I paid six hundred for the pint
Eight hundred dollar Margielas, fuck your Mikes
Bitch buggin, told me thousand dollars for the night
I say, Im Chief Sosa, I aint never paid in my life
Blowing smoke in the police face, bitch, I know my rights
I dont give no fuck, you can tell how Im running lights
Dont leap if you a frog, fuck nigga, get hit with pipe
I dont like the Woods that much, Im rolling big-ass whites
Thats big-ass joints, now you know it, fuck nigga, pipe down
Im so turnt up, cant even put my pipe down
Im so bossed up, think I live up in the White House
When you see me, salute me, or its fucking lights out
I put big-ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing
I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist
I told that bitch she cant touch my dreads
Im smoking Tooka, counting on the deads
She say Im tweaking, I aint even take my meds
Tatted like amigos, bitch, my skin filled with lead
Nigga talking down, fill him up with lead
Im flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg
Since he sending messages, he get hit in the legs
Im friends with UPS and FedEx
Im full, I aint even eat my eggs
I got an Uzi with a cooling kit and kick
I start to pour it out, its pouring out the fifties
I put big-ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing
I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist
Bang
Yeah