Lyrics
Money high as a star, bend my hat back knockin down pictures off ya wall
adjust ya tweakers make it sweeter
Beatin down ya block, yo trunk dnt sound so clear
And all them hoes did the westside walk, i bump like d lo tell me lil nigga do u hear what i hear Beat'n, ss impalas and cadillas stay pimped out
beatin hard in the drop top
They hear that base wanna try me im at greenbrief mall, its dj unk in yo ear Unk, ss impalas and cadillas stay pimped out
Old school chevy s color candy call it lollipop, atl comin hard Yo, speakers front to the rear
c how my name jus appear
Bend my hat back knockin down pictures off ya wall, 4 4 duece sittin tall
sittin high like yao ming
Can u feel me, feel that base that s a hobbie
If it s knockin they jockin, atl comin hard Beat'n, my cush in my hand
Free wall chain let it bang 4 what?, can u feel me
Buick wit the brains eye, old school chevy s color candy call it lollipop Yo, old school chevy s color candy call it lollipop
4rm the block hear u good, trunk thumpin sum crucial
hit the club crucial
shawty we here
and i kno that they can feel me half a block 4rm the hood
I kno they feel me now, im poppin my collar
Kick off in yo ass like karate, i pop my trunk, 415 hittin mean
Speakers front to the rear, they hear that base wanna try me im at greenbrief mall Unk, my trunk beatin good
ss impalas and cadillas stay pimped out
Turn it up a knotch, im poppin my collar Beat'n, smoke dro then pill out
Im wit monte in assault, it go down 4 my team, shawty we here