how gangstas roll

you could catch me ridin' in da lac

top down

seat back

keepin' heat up on my lap

i'm throwed

every hood that i'm in

white cup in my hand

blowin' kush in the wind

i'm blowed. any day of da week

new grill

new piece

from my head to my feet

i'm cold. new shoes on my ride

bad bitch on my side

man dat's how gangstas roll. i'm higher than a top flite

throwed like a splitter

my pockets keep gettin' bigga

cuz i'm one bad figga. boppas n gold diggaz on the track at work

i'm hurtin' feelins in dat benz wit a deuce and a squirt. i'm a fillibuster for hustlaz

invadin' dem mark bustaz. leanin' like i'm on crutches as i ski taste slurp. swangin' and woodworkin' convertin' this closed curtains

for certain

i betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt. i'm hustle for occupation

i'm grindin' paper chasin

deez boyz is steady hatin' so this pistol i'm embracin'. dat lac is so amazin' and da elbowz is skatin'. cranker wires n vogue tires

one hell of collaboration. amos

farris n slaton

we jordan jackson n pippen. banana clip for dem snitches tryin to monkey wrench my pimpin. neva been caught slippin' cuz dat glock i hold

now let me tell ya how i roll come on

comin' down in a candy lac

old skool

wavin' trunk on dem punks

act a fool

tippin' paint

drippin' wet

like a pool

breakin' brews

neck cool

it's full of jewels. rumor is dat dem jackas on da sideline schemin' and plottin'. but my mind on dem boppaz if i spot'em i got'em. i got slabs i got foreigns wit da seats all plush

i got brandy wine gloss

baby please don't touch. i got 20's i got 4's i got screens and such. boppaz yappin' cuz they say i tend to cap too much. i got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp. headlights on my ear when the night get dark

white ones on my toes brand new out the box. interior decoratin' the watch i'm connectin the dots. i got stocks i got money that's a fat billfold

now let me tell ya how i roll come on

hatin' is so contagious these days there's no cure

this new outbreak in houston is out of hand for sure. these boyz is steady lyin' my money is multiplyin' look close there's no denyin' them boyz softer than fur. killa kush smoke i blow as the lungs inhale

gangsta leanin' on dat oil i got a story to tell. lawz trippin' when they see me askin' what's that smell"