bangin' screw

flyyy

heyy

hey

i got dat trunk craked windows tinted

trunk craked windows tinted

slowly rollin i'm banging screw

slowly rollin i'm banging screw

comin down so fly-y-y-y

smokin leaf so high-i-i-i

slowly rollin i'm banging screw

slowly rollin i'm banginig screw. what it do it's paul to the wall

chunk up tall

let the 4 screens fall

spider's crawl gon turn up that dial and make they heads all nodd like a bobble head doll

bendin corners up and down wayside

from greens road to that antoine drive

crew on da side playin nba live

i'm too cool for school ridin on buckhide

turnin heads when i'm on dat scott

hit that french's for a quick pit stop

boys in the mail talkin bout they on top

8 months later all them boys flop. like it or not i'm the game and i'm showin up

keke got dat oil and we pourin up

hit the club wit captain jack and big steve representin my hood still throwin up. big money in the gang as the bread grow

candy old school drop top for the low

boys used to be sleepin on me but the champ is here i gaurantee that they ass woke

ridin on spoke

dats the elbow

still rockin in da ice white shell toe

dis for my boys by dat kelso and you already know. yeah

i'm still on that five-9

but might see me on that five-8 comin down

all over the town i like to get around

jammin my fat pat screwed up underground

comin down in the lime green eighty eight

while them boys on the sideline wanna hate

bump a kid for fuckin up the state plate

i must admit my life's great

t-farris wit me in the snowbunny benz

lookin through a louey lens and we stackin up ends

bros over hoes yea i'm talkin bout friends

got freedom on my arm for my dawg lil twin

dubs on the rim that's t.i.s

just like pretty todd i'm g-boy fresh

got oil comin in and it's strait from da west

and grill throwin mesh on the cadillac crest

head of the best i ain't messin wit da rest

santa clause sled thats pomegranite red

sippin that taste i take it straight to da head

and dat swisha house is wat i rep till i'm dead. im tippin fo's and i'm sippin fo's and i'm flippin hos with my partner clue

posted up at dat tsu or dat prarie view wit my patna lew-

hawk

boys get outlined in chalk

tryin to run up and jack my slab

this one here for my boy lil kee i'm throwin duece up and gettin boys dab

pourin da juice up and grippin that ab

wavein hoods so the base showcase

settin the trends steady choppin up wind with a diamond ice grin

that paper i chase

taper fade by that bad boy shop

tippin slow i'm screwed up and chopped

listening to some of that bobby merl

them choppaholics

maybe that michael watts

choppin the block up

holdin a full cup

breakin a strut

now i'm on them swangs

grill and woman popped trunk full of bang

i'm third coast raised and i'm drippin stains

im hittin stank tryin to break that bread

slowed and throwed till the day i'm diseased

leaning tuff

i got cup full of stuff with a starched crease and a johnny dang peice.