[Intro]
I can't do vouchin' (Pyoom)
I can't do vouchin'
I can't do vouchin' (Fssh)
I can't do vouchin'
[Verse 1]
Gen5 stock clip in my Melrose
Choppers in them hotties, we be strikin' out 'em charros
Soon as we get the footage from my akh at the Valero
Postin' close friends only, blockin' thotties and the weirdos
No furniture inside my slap box, this some silk Dracs
Two AK47s, nine Glock in a milk crate
Three-sixty cam inside of the coupe, feel like Edub
New GLE 63, welcome to the glee club
That's pretty much the size of it, twenty grits for nine hundred
Fuck your bitch, embarrass some, brodie call it free pub-blicity
Sold everything that you could think of
Them niggas ain't no hitters, just a bunch of petty street thugs
Sold so many tangerines that I got peach fuzz
Now we pushin' Bentley GTs with the mink rugs
Four Cubans, know I had to Louis V the hoodie
My youngin move the pack faster than a speedin' bullet
[Chorus]
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers
All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer
Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner
Fssh, I'm talkin' Flash Gordon
Down the way, sold a thousand blues at the Sonic
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it
[Verse 2]
It's why they call me Lego
They know I keep that A1 hot sauce and 'ayo
Lot of dollars, bustin' U-ies on that one-way dead-end block
With ninety thousand in my Ksubis, pushing 'caine like a cripple
Before I caught the wave from the ripple
Just know before the pain comes the drizzle
Switchin' lanes in a rental, let my pits off the chain from the kennel
Slidin' with this mini Drac', that's a spindle
Eye-to-eye with the stove, hot plate and my utensils
Whole thang on the menu, know that flame been rekindled
Off of Plainview and Kindle
Rollie fully bang, came from playing with the Brenda
A nigga play with James, blow his brains on the window
Twenty-eight, five-four, pancake in the McGriddle
On the late night show, no thanks to Jimmy Kimmel
Comin' up on ninety-four, tailgating for them scribbles
Mama raised a drug zone hellraiser from McNichols
[Chorus]
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers
All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer
Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner
Fssh, I'm talkin' Flash Gordon
Down the way, sold a thousand blues at the Sonic
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it
