[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Hey
Big Bs, Big Ps, gang
Yeah, yeah, slatt, slatt
[Chorus]
Ridin' round with a damn chrome
You ain't from the hood, lil' nigga, you gon' get disowned
Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she like my cologne
He claim he a real one, but I know he told
We pull up with real drums, like we in a band
Pour a four with 2point0 we out in damn Japan
Coast to coast, we on the go, we pullin' in them fans
Tryna get back to Miami with my feet up in the sand
[Verse]
Yeah, we with y'all for beams
I do Judo off that lean
Big Dawg like Cujo, yeah I'm mean
Yeah, all my dawgs be trippin', keep them sticks like hockey teams
Yeah, eatin' ramen, pourin' damn sake in my teeth
Disrespect the game, knuckle sandwich, knockin' out yo' teeth
I feel like Lil Tecca, go to damn Five Guys if it's beef
Dont be poppin' out lil nigga, if you ain't got your heat
I keep the Smith and Wesson, test me lil nigga, meet your destiny
I had to lead the way, niggas fuckin' shit
My lil' bitch a rockstar, she said choke me when you fuckin' me
Ridin' in that rover, nigga, I was in that bucket thing
You know its game over, rollin' with my nigga Sunny D (Woah)
[Chorus]
Ridin' round with a damn chrome
You ain't from the hood, lil' nigga, you gon' get disowned
Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she like my cologne
He claim he a real one, but I know he told
We pull up with real drums, like we in a band
Pour a four with 2point0 we out in damn Japan
Coast to coast, we on the go, we pullin' in them fans
Tryna get back to Miami with my feet up in the sand
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