Lyrics: Eddie Jackson/Jonathan Pritchard
Music: Eddie Jackson/Jonathan Pritchard
Independent, Jim, don't talk 'bout labels 'less you talkin' pints
Camo wrap the 'Vette, just passed Makedas, this shit here for Frank
Wide body, sunked in the seat, tap the gas, you feel it yank
Lero, where you been?
Them folks need you, this shit feelin' blank
Ain't dropped in a sec, I know, I just love to flex and go
Gucci button up, leave it open, make sure that my necklace show
Gang, gangin', stand on the couch, spread them racks right next to blow
She say that she faithful, a pop quiz, the way I test a hoe
I know that they hate to see it, poppin' hard shit, burn 'em up
He bought two, I threw two more, that's my lil' mans, I turn 'em up
SRT, boy, scraped the curb, lost control, I turned it rough
Za look like a fit from Prince, havin' truff, that purple stuff
Audemar, just broke a jaw, that just mean the face shattered
Cocaine in it's purest form, water whip it like cake batter
Button on every blicky, bae, that just make 'em shake faster
Show my ass, **** up the scene, that just make 'em hate faster