THE HARD 24, BOY THE SOFT 28/
AND WE GET IT POPPIN IN LIKE 20 STATES/
PULL UP THE FUNCTION ITS 20 DIFFERENT PLATES/
TRYNA GET A CAKE FOR LIKE 20 STR8/
PULL UP IN THE PARKIN LOT, ITS KINDA HOT/
THE SUNSHINE'N BUT THIS PARKING LOT IS KINDA HOT/
SO I PARKED BY THE MINI MART/
THIS NIGGA RODE PAST HE MUST DIDNT PARK/
SO I PUT V IN D, ROLLED THE WINDOW DOWN GAVE THE HORN BEEP/
THEM BOYZ HOPPED OUT DEEP LOOKING SWEET IN FOREIGN JEEP/
IN A ALL WHITE RANGE WITH THE TAN & ORANGE SEATS/
I CAN BARELY HEAR'M SPEAK, HIS BEATS BANGING OUT THE ROVER/
SO FUCK IT I JUST JUMPED OUT THE CAR AND WALK OVER/
A FOR A SECOND WE TALKED IT OVER/
EVERYTHING WAS KOSHER/
I GAVE HIS MAN THE NOD… I SWITCHED BAGS WITH HIS SOLDIER/
THEY HOPPED BACK IN THE ROVER.
I HOPPED BACK IN MY 04/
LOCKED BOTH DOORS AND PUT THE PEDAL PUT THE FLOOR/
U CAN HEAR MY ENGINE ROAR/
I JUMPED ON THE 94/
I TOLD THE NIGGA IF ITS STR8 I WOULD BUY MORE/
LATER FOR DEM CARS, WE TOO BUSY BUYING RAW/
EYES LOCKED IN REARVIEW, LOOKING FOR LAW/
MY CELLY GOING OFF, F' IT I TURNED IT OFF/
I DONT NEED NO DISTRACTIONS UNTIL I DROP IT OFF/
(DROP IT OFF) I REACHED MY EXIT SO I GOT OFF/
FUCK… I FORGOT TO STOP BY LOFT/
AND PICK UP THAT ONE THING/
SO I GOT ON THE PHONE & CALLED MY YOUNG THING….
(PHONE DIAL… )
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