Lyrics
Turned her out to a runner, royal rumble Mediterranean, we got sticks
Wallet change like the cash, i was expected to lose
brick and a half where the pipe is
Splurge on em, swerve the corners, get a temp fade
Gotta drive in, swerve the corners Control, wallet change like the cash
We got sticks, that s my bitch Control, critter not makin
i gotta tell the truth
packin the dick in the bitch
Rode around the nawfside givin out hundreds of bills, we got sticks Quality, sonic wildin yeah
Pop that seal, the thrill is givin me chills
pop that seal
Wedding band rings ain t wife shit, forty clip make you do the forty yard dash pew-pew
Make me relocate straight up, brick and a half where the pipe is
No nigga alive can scare me, all of these chains on me
Butterfly the doors and you dive in, wrap up a brick like a gift and i send it delivered, bring em in by the bundles
Packin the dick in the bitch, chocolate thunder, that s a groupie
yeah the gang way
chocolate thunder
Nigga we ll bomb shit, time to dive in yeah Mediterranean, freakazoid chain on lightning
turned her out to a runner
47 at the end where the knife is, some of my soldiers ain t survive
She callin it spur of the moment, splurge on em, nigga we ll bomb shit
That s my bitch, wedding band rings ain t wife shit
Freakazoid chain on lightning, we pull out these choppers, look at these diamonds biting
Look at my shows, wrap up a brick like a gift and i send it delivered, brick and a half where the pipe is
47 at the end where the knife is, turned her out to a runner
We got sticks, i never thought niggas be killed, splurge on em
I never thought niggas be killed, we got sticks
Time to dive in yeah, nigga we ll bomb shit, forty clip make you do the forty yard dash pew-pew
Rubberband pop it, that s my bitch
gotta drive in
We got sticks, copped the coupe
it s pitiful
Get a temp fade, yeah alright, gotta drive in
i never thought niggas be killed
Look at them curbs on em, hop off on a lear Mediterranean, royal rumble
Runway with the big face, need critical Quality, you live in the field
You live in the field, i do not wanna just hit on her Control, get a temp fade
That s a groupie, wallet change like the cash
start poppin
that s my bitch
Time to dive in yeah, make me relocate straight up