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[Verse 1: Chevy Woods] It's more than music you niggas think it's nothing all Got you bitch on my line is she wishin I call Total looking the sky, baby wish on a star Ain't no mission impossible cause my mission accomplished Ya now rocking with the most underrated But your main girls favorite So, she's invited to a Taylor Gang event All the champagne poppin All the 100 dollars spent you know You never been so I guess not They sleepin on a nigga like truckers at truck stops From a dollar so I guess this what the buck stops Pull up like hmmm I need it off the car lot My diamonds say a lot I don't talk too much The wide face big sort of like hockey puck What up full gang a couple cool chains TGOD that's how I do thangs [Chorus: Chevy Woods] You know you rock it with the best little mama Them other niggas they cool Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors And they like uuh, layy Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go ya [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I'm just drinkin creeping Smoking while I'm rapping bitch That's cheifin' while I'm speaking in the deep end Got my feet in Plus all my niggas stacking don't know what you niggas thinking Brought a couple friends I brought a couple friends so you should meet them You tired I got some pajamas for you to sleep in I'm rockin Balenciaga the models all give me proper's In fashion niggas say I'm light years passing niggas Who wanna grind who got it locked Go ahead and ask these niggas who want my shine I'm way too boojie for these nasty niggas I'm rolling up my trees and passed the weed right past these niggas Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain't ask me nigga [Chorus: Chevy Woods] You know you rock it with the best little mama Them other niggas they cool Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors And they like uuh, layy Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go ya [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] Don't spill my liquor bitch They got a cold I'll be on some sicker shit Like bless you niggas who hated on me I got that car she in the bed she waiting on me Tryin something yeah you would get a hollow head Let the town talk Chevy get a lot of bread I'm really bout it and you just playing games My niggas got a lot of years and they ain't sayin names I just pull up on some Taylor shit Gator shit old school player shit Just to look in your eye you on some hater shit Cause I'm on my grind on some Big Jerm skater shit Poor some more cups it's the players ball You ain't invited cause you ain't playin at all You bitch getting loose off a cup of juice I ain't' gotta lie shit you see the truth It's proof [Chorus: Chevy Woods] You know you rock it with the best little mama Them other niggas they cool Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors And they like uuh, layy Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go ya