Lyrics:
transporter up out my radius
Got my transporter, whip Mercedes-Benz
I could never give up on what we had
Abracadabra, make my side bitch better
Chanel
the bushes you know we just creep up
He tried to run so I'm tripping his feet up
Calling up chef & he slide in the vee-dub
I'm in a stolo it's hot like a tea
Hnji Nishen
Kayos aagya oye
Oh mitra di gaddi jandi bhjdii
Akha kdd kdd vekh diya nara vee
Pura sheher kita gabhru ne mon nii
Jado vajde patake bore
didn't listen till my gun went bo!
Rock the house a little bit
Rub-a-dub
Michigan and Smiley
And di Yellowman
And MC Shan and Marley
Ya know
The house
transporter bag
Always on the move
If there's business gotta handle that
Niggas asking who am i?
Its 301yung till the day I die
Niggas, cappin
No surprise
I
and forgot who I was now
God's who to thank!
Any point could've shut down
GPS headed west yuh
Lionessing the next dub
Transporter LAX yuh
Got the camcorder for
outside, jump in the vee-hic
Burn off doin eighty four
Nigga wanna get me, boy betta be quick
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they
They tell me swilk g ima need that beat
Well little homie I think ima need that fee
All day Slang dubs of that good ass tree
If you gotta problem bitch
don't puff nor pass (Skrr)
I don't puff nor pass (That's right)
I don't puff nor pass (Nah)
I don't puff nor pass (Yeh)
I'm at the block in the hood Vee
and then it Cease Up
Gettin to the Chicken tho you’d think I work at B Dubs,
I’m geeked up , Screech you got me Geeked up
Smashing in a Suite that got
no Trojan
Coming for ya neck and I rep Vee Dub to the fullest never step
And I seldom let a nigga disrespect
Come to getting a check I'm never breaking
to
Nah/ dats a dub/ sorry dat I fucked you
Glad I wore a magnum/ didn't give you semen
Dat box prolly toxic/ cultivating demons
Cash rules/ makes all pussy
getting wasted aint right for my generation
to those rocking the grand club beach, or grand beach club
just another clone who totals moms vee dub
counting
them stand down
I know they dont feel my pain they wan even round
I was on my back i had to get this shit up off the ground
Spreading dubs to my neck
a plug, I'm the extension
I'm crafting this dub like mathematics
Vintage iconz jogger suits
To complete my apparatus
I defeat egos and wealthy status
New
Imma spend it on more money
Cop it then I flip it
Gary Vee yall better listen
Got the shoes now we running laps huh
Sneak attack
Matter fact its a dub
a telephone, Dub-O
I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier
All we do is smoke doja
Still make 'em say uhh
Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra
I'm in tip-top
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