Lyrics:
to whine)
Chrome reversed rims with whitewall slicks
And it turns a quarter mile in one oh six
Door handles are off but you know i'll never miss 'em
the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need
the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need
Y'all ride 18's we ride 26's
Big truck Big wheels rollin' ova ditches
Chrome rims loud pipes heated like a kitchen
Ice chain Ice watch gettin'
wanna save up
We come from Queens where we
Are taught to handle beef on our own
You call up cops, we get it poppin'
We be out with the chrome
Where
bullets through doors
Got haze in me, now I'm so tall
Come blaze with me, 'cause Beaky got more
And now or later, I'm major, player
I ball right, I need
of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran
you 20 out of 40 sitting on some chrome v
[Tray-D]
From the entrance it's pimp shit in full effect
spittin' rhymes getting high off of blunts and X
what?
Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the '57
Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher
LS engine, bitches came with the interior
Dope pot, stir
Chrome Hearts cross, I'm Christian (Chrome Hearts)
Sippin' on Dirk Nowitzki (Dirk)
Bought me a spur, big Bentley (spurt)
I'm from the Nawf, put a hole
you on a mission step in club shutting down competition
The way you walk it talk it switch it
And when the doors close handle your business
Now make
I'm going fast
Leather interior
Digital dash
Handle superior
Speed on the glass
Blazing down 280
Going crazy
In my purple coupe
Dodging traffic
baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
why'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome
front and back, and side to side
Got front and back, and side to side
Never let ho-ass niggas ride
Tight white interior, candy apple red 'Lac, bitch
Catching smoke over some dope legacies in lockets
I ain’t ready yet to leave my home
Imma imma have to run it like it’s google chrome
Yeah step back to see
front and back, and side to side
Got front and back, and side to side
Never let ho-ass niggas ride
Tight white interior, candy apple red 'Lac, bitch
it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh
[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big
an hour
Come-on ride with me
She got a motor
She got lips like shiny chrome
She's out jammin' 'neath the thunder dome
She got some serious leg
something, living the way i wanted, never in my wildest dreams thought that I'll be stunting, all black, four door with leather interior, pro black, woman
the brick the 55
Luca Brasi in rack mode
Drove a bucket, went from a Cutlass
To slamming Lac' doors
Shoes dusty, smell a little musty
I'm dressing bummy sad
mic
Flow holy no gospel trap writin' like
Michael Crichton put the rap in Velocirap-tor, or
I hit you like a trap-door
When it rains it pours
No
Yeah she the one who's knocking on my door
That's ok with me at least
Let me hit it on the floor-oh-oh
The first thing I noticed about you
That
the handles on my doors
So much twerking and working in here, I should install a pole
For them strippers that love to suck and fuck and get, get down
stop poppin' off at the mouth
Like Neno Brown I'll have to cancel you
Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue
Half of you always wantin'
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