Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Call my bro DT, tell him I'm coming back to Austin
I'm drippin all the sauce for all these bitches to get lost in
Last time at perfect 10, swear I saw a perfect 10
She was lookin like Rhianna, hope I see that bitch again
Party like we at a rave, whips and chains like a slave
These my broskis til the grave, RIP my nigga Ave
Got a thing for the shorties flexin with them box braids
If her man think he can box , tell that nigga run my fade
These niggas know the name, PS Gang on my chain
Might just fly to LA to put the cookies to the flame
Pittsburgh ID Labs and you know im rockin AIM
Down in Memphis with my bro Lil Wyte swervin lanes
This shit Ludacris, ATL Hoe
Two straps on me, just like Velcro
Shoes, bitch watch how I move
For you end up on the news tryna f*ck with the crew
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Just left Indiana and you know I beat that case
They tried to hit me with some charges almost had to do the race
Left up out the courthouse threw the deuces to that place
Got back to Michigan and blew the pack to the face
Grand Rapids last night linked up with the homie Rittz
He had a 3 liter bottle was drunk then a bitch
Tony Footwork that's my dawg stayin with them fresh kicks
When he say put a crown on it that's that Clintel shit
Nigga I was makin bands way before a TV show
Sellin tree across the land and a lil bit of snow
Got the sauce and the juice bitch act like you know
Bruce Leroy with the hands yeah ya boy got that glow
Globe trotter no harlem boy im on my way to stardom
Made it through some hard times all it ever did was scar em
Kace on the beat and on the hook he in the Chi
And we hoppin out the whip stuntin on em that's no lie
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
See me stuntin on ya bitch
I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Now she seeing how we live
Pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
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Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Call my bro DT, tell him I'm coming back to Austin
I'm drippin all the sauce for all these bitches to get lost in
Last time at perfect 10, swear I saw a perfect 10
She was lookin like Rhianna, hope I see that bitch again
Party like we at a rave, whips and chains like a slave
These my broskis til the grave, RIP my nigga Ave
Got a thing for the shorties flexin with them box braids
If her man think he can box , tell that nigga run my fade
These niggas know the name, PS Gang on my chain
Might just fly to LA to put the cookies to the flame
Pittsburgh ID Labs and you know im rockin AIM
Down in Memphis with my bro Lil Wyte swervin lanes
This shit Ludacris, ATL Hoe
Two straps on me, just like Velcro
Shoes, bitch watch how I move
For you end up on the news tryna f*ck with the crew
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Just left Indiana and you know I beat that case
They tried to hit me with some charges almost had to do the race
Left up out the courthouse threw the deuces to that place
Got back to Michigan and blew the pack to the face
Grand Rapids last night linked up with the homie Rittz
He had a 3 liter bottle was drunk then a bitch
Tony Footwork that's my dawg stayin with them fresh kicks
When he say put a crown on it that's that Clintel shit
Nigga I was makin bands way before a TV show
Sellin tree across the land and a lil bit of snow
Got the sauce and the juice bitch act like you know
Bruce Leroy with the hands yeah ya boy got that glow
Globe trotter no harlem boy im on my way to stardom
Made it through some hard times all it ever did was scar em
Kace on the beat and on the hook he in the Chi
And we hoppin out the whip stuntin on em that's no lie
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
See me stuntin on ya bitch
I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Now she seeing how we live
Pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Call my bro DT, tell him I'm coming back to Austin
I'm drippin all the sauce for all these bitches to get lost in
Last time at perfect 10, swear I saw a perfect 10
She was lookin like Rhianna, hope I see that bitch again
Party like we at a rave, whips and chains like a slave
These my broskis til the grave, RIP my nigga Ave
Got a thing for the shorties flexin with them box braids
If her man think he can box , tell that nigga run my fade
These niggas know the name, PS Gang on my chain
Might just fly to LA to put the cookies to the flame
Pittsburgh ID Labs and you know im rockin AIM
Down in Memphis with my bro Lil Wyte swervin lanes
This shit Ludacris, ATL Hoe
Two straps on me, just like Velcro
Shoes, bitch watch how I move
For you end up on the news tryna f*ck with the crew
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Just left Indiana and you know I beat that case
They tried to hit me with some charges almost had to do the race
Left up out the courthouse threw the deuces to that place
Got back to Michigan and blew the pack to the face
Grand Rapids last night linked up with the homie Rittz
He had a 3 liter bottle was drunk then a bitch
Tony Footwork that's my dawg stayin with them fresh kicks
When he say put a crown on it that's that Clintel shit
Nigga I was makin bands way before a TV show
Sellin tree across the land and a lil bit of snow
Got the sauce and the juice bitch act like you know
Bruce Leroy with the hands yeah ya boy got that glow
Globe trotter no harlem boy im on my way to stardom
Made it through some hard times all it ever did was scar em
Kace on the beat and on the hook he in the Chi
And we hoppin out the whip stuntin on em that's no lie
Hoppin out the whip see me stuntin on ya bitch
Just got another zip I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Take her to my crib now she seeing how we live
Then I pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
See me stuntin on ya bitch
I smoke an 8th and drink a fifth
Now she seeing how we live
Pass her to the homie had to go and get my chips
Flexin with the shoes to the ice up on my wrist
They gon see you on the news if you go against the clique
Crack a million views just to post up in the VIP
Stackin paper on the daily nigga you know what it is
Writer: Blaine Burnett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid