guiseppe stepper got some pistols
who the fuck i'm pressure
put your bands up bitch i'm the professor
any thot i wanna point them out and get some top
riding 'round in euro cars we dropping off the tops
foreign slider round it dope smoke got me feeling higher
off the shits i'm tweaking
only model hoes no wonder why i'm so conceited
- know i swear this shit keep sneezing
got me flexing global first impressions
star struck a bitch then leave her ass in pure rejection
bitch i'm 'bout it 'bout it gon' get that
this pistol ain't nothing can't
i'm riding with something this thumper keep bumping
so talk and eat shit but my money keep talking
don't eat it i fuck it and leave it
i'm better than you and i truly do mean it
she suck on my dick cause a thottie be t'd up
and globo ass shit and nobody can feel me
in my euro pop my pop that
riding 'round my till that bitch and we'll get
breaking the 'script but my swishers stay lit
i just sip on shit i can't take no ones shit
globo the gang i can't fuck with no lames
twitter e-thug and i'm still getting paid
i hunnit in the air my pop
globo shit we roll right now
no normal bitch can fuck me now
hi-tech in my blood right now
my whole team they be spazzing now
a hunnit bands ain't need no school
caught 'em and catch 'em the bodies be stacking
all my bitches sucking dick
i'm fucking till i cramp my hip
pistols out and popping now
buffet boys bitch we balling now
i'm running your shit back
i'm pushing some weight back
drilling your shit i don't take no ones shit
running your mouth but my money just smile
hi-tech make my jeans straight frizz
thrashy t's i say these jeans
just text a bitch i made her dream
no thottie oh thottie i know you like fucking
just pop her a flat and she'll think she be sucking
she stupid ass bitch and she'll never be nothing
pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn' when i come out