Gold Daytonas (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

Gold Daytonas

(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs, wha') (Alright, cool)

Ride with it on us

(You know we got it) Yeah

Gold Daytonas

(The motherfuckin' wheels) Yeah

Ride with it on us

You ever seen a **** get shot by the Staples Center

Next day watch it Bron Bron with them staples in him

Yeah, came for the ruckus

Head-to-toe dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass

Fuck it, let loose on ****

Spill my Goose on ****

Two tears in a bucket

Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck

See 12, I hold the Remy up

Need at least a hundred thousand

'Fore we go in clubs ('Fore we what?)

'Fore we pour them shots

'Fore we throw them dubs

Westside to New York, **** show me love

Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

Gold Daytonas

(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs, wha')

Ride with it on us

(What you know about it?)

Gold Daytonas

(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs, wha')

Ride with it on us

(Ride)

Yeah

Check my pockets, got a lotta hunnids

And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh

At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in

Shrimp fettuccine, then hop back in the Benz

Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us

Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck

Get pressed for your Chucks, matte-black on the truck

Cuban link on tuck, 'ace of spades' in my cup, uh

You wanna give me what I need, baby?

My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh

Game told me "Go, ahead, switch the style up

And if they hate, then let 'em hate

And they gon' end up down one"

Gold Daytonas

(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs, wha')

Ride with it on us

(Uh, you know we got it) Yeah

Gold Daytonas

(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs, hey)

Ride with it on us

(Ride, ride, ride)

Aye, dawg, Westside on these ****

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, yeah