So that's how it is,
man,
you know what I'm sayin'?
You can see the boys in blue,
and the young man,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Ridin' in some of them motherfuckin' tops, yeah
Hundred thousand around the lip,
hundred thousand around the lips
Hundred thousand on them motherfuckin' pants,
you ready?
Cause we motherfuckin' bosses,
we just smokin' money,
money
Swing my swing,
pop pop my trunk Bang bang,
rip rip my crane,
recline my leather
Down in H-town,
we do it more better,
ain't no rudder,
we call it that candy
Switzin' my motherfuckin' white,
a white cup handy,
leanin' off the train so I'm slow-paced movin'
In and out of lanes,
left or right when I'm cruisin'
Fox on my jock so I got hoes shootin' Hot
and hot on my block so my top I'm removin'
Buckles on my trunk,
a four up in my fifth Real real with
a woman on the hood sittin' still
These ain't Jordans but my shoes retro And
they catch hoes while you niggas catch Metro
Pants just for them boys lookin' good and they ride
Now put your hand on the crane and move it side to side,
yeah
Put your trunk in the air,
air,
air And wave it like you just don't care,
care,
care
You're on the set of Bones and you're grippin' the grain
Body, body say, oh yeah, oh yeah
Now put your hand on the crane and move it side to side
Now put your hand on the crane,
move it,
move it side,
side
Now put your hand on the crane and move it side to side
Now put your hand on the crane,
move it,
move it side,
side
Been down the block, top down, trunk open
454s got the low pro smokin'
Candy old school with the 84s pokin'
I swang and I banged till my 84s broken
H-time six, gotta rep for the six
Stayin' stayin' somewhere,
screw tape in the dick
Rek the,
rek the mic thick so you know I'm big ballin'
Votes,
votes crawlin' Feel,
flow,
flow,
feel,
feel teens drangin'
Wood,
brake,
swing,
lane,
lane,
lane,
lane,
chain Piece of,
piece of chain hangin'
Caddy so wet, look like the thing drainin'
Balls to the mouth and that * ain't changin'
Still remainin', holdin' down boards
Comin' down hard with the blue board squad
Roy,
Roy by my side while I slide in my ride Lied on the book high,
throwin' up the north side Put,
put your trunk in the air And wave it like you just don't care And if
you're on a set of fours and you're drippin' the grain Somebody say,
oh yeah Now put your hand on the crane and move it side to side Now
put your hand on the crane and move it side to side Now put your hand,
crane,
crane,
crane,
crane
Now put your hand on the crane,
move it,
move it side to side
Now,
you see your trunk raised while you slab
cascade Lay back on leather ostrich suede,
suede
Old school Thescalades,
everybody * wet Breakin' off the intersect,
lookin' fly
Jet,
jet,
and hidin',
hidin' the brain While you're grippin'
on the grain on the glass of the swains
Lay up top,
scream train,
brain,
brain on the brain As it slides side to side,
wide,
wide body ride Tryna glide like Clyde,
boy,
boy MJ buckin' blue,
all the gray is your boy Sir Dave Trump,
read while I stay,
meet with me Roll a road as the candy loaves
grow Fists on my chest and a big faux faux Ready,
ready to explode,
did you think I'm slippin'?
Big drink,
what I'm sippin' as I'm layin' the lane
Make sure y'all check out my space slabs,
boss,
how go,
lads?
P.J.
the motherfuckin' rap hustler, J.D.A.
the young ho
Young Black the gladiator,
Rob Smiles,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Chris Ward,
Slump Thugger,
Sir Daley,
thanks for giving my nigga Trilokalion, huh?