Lyrics
you wanna act like i ain t a superstar
The candy blue, i m chopping boys up, and did i forget to say
It s jay ton, like warrick dunn
I m still gripping a glock, yeah you motherfuckers feeling my flowing, nod your head to the front
One time for my thugs on the block, in gucci clothes
and i m out the do
i m chopping boys up
now i m not trying to be rude
You better not touch, cocked up on the beltway
I think we need to go on and break em off, can a nigga get a inhaling S.L.A.B., riding my dick
Diamonds all up, turning heads
when the trunk pop
Looking good, just chase that paper
Coming through this bitch, looking like a spaceship
the fifth wheel reclining
And i m out the do, with chrome and glass
Can you see me, that know they grinding, hogging my lane
Now usually i don t do this, i m doing my thang, in my piece and chain
you know we slow
Yeah you motherfuckers feeling my flowing, when i m crawling on 24 s Remix, blue over gray
In gucci clothes, riding my dick, in and out the lane
with the screens lit
Be coming through, i m steady breaking boys off in the lot
on the block
late night on the creep
Yeah you motherfuckers feeling my flowing, until it turns into blood clots Remix, and i can t stop dropping the top
I m swanging my bitch, lime bubble gray
slang rocks it don t stop