What it is y'all, it's your boy Chingy man, straight from the loop, where we stay tuned. Ya dig, ya dig, haha, it's like this, check, yo. My hi-hat connected to the, snark drum and my snark drum connected to the, kick drum and my kick drum connected to the, beat drum and my beat drum connected to the, bass. Shawty, why I hate, and everybody trippin' off the paper I made. See this is what I do and I just wanna parlay, just wanna parlay. Kick back, blaze a sack, on the sofa all day. Watch a boy get stoned, mind blown off the reefer. I don't want your broad, man look her, you can keep her. Naw, but I flip, old trick ass nigga, I trip, but not over a chick, ya dig nigga. I'ma see you when I see you, when I'm ridin' for your hood. And if I don't say nothin', homie know it's all good. Cause my speaker steady bumpin' and my trump beat thumpin'. Got a pocket full of dough in your whole block, yo. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. It's like this, now everybody know why I write this. The flow gotta be sick, yo to write this. It's somethin' that I get, get the urge to make a hit. You can call it a gift, but don't write this. It's somethin' that I feel when I write this. I got the butter flow, you can call it parquet. You cowards wanna play, throw my hood up, holla back, then I'll be on my way. I'ma see you when I see you, when I'm ridin' for your hood. And if I don't say nothin', homie know it's all good. Cause my speaker steady bumpin' and my trump beat thumpin'. Got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin'. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. Got my first car when I turned 16. Couldn't tell me nothin', I was her chick dream. 4-door Benz Rider, watch it swing by ya. Chrome rims, gloss with the shine on the tires. In my pocket keep a notch, if you're high, gettin' got. That's how we do on the slide, a lot of hit songs. Though your boy had never changed. Switchin' lanes in that 08 range, Richard Dame tryin' to maintain. I'ma see you when I see you, when I'm ridin' for your hood. And if I don't say nothin', homie know it's all good. My speaker steady bumpin', and my Trump beat dumpin'. Got a pocket full of dough and your whole block jumpin'. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. I need my hi-hat, I need my kick drum. I need my ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. My hi-hat connected to the snark drum. And my snark drum connected to the kick drum. And my kick drum connected to the beat drum. And my beat drum connected to the bass drum. Hi-hat, kick drum, ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Now make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. Hi-hat, kick drum, ten stacks, your mama get stoned. Now make your body rock, get to the bass drum. Tomato 8's knockin' with the snark drum. Hi-hat, kick drum, ten stacks, your mama get stoned.