Gallons (feat. Lil Jairmy, Sosamann, Drodi & MG Lil Bubba)

Damn, Duke, this shit wavy

Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

I got Bobby by the pine, I got Whitney by the key

I get pussy for the free, I'm having bowls by the pea, yeah

Smokin' on this lot, I've done to shake the equator

Hit the condo with my load, and broke the whole elevator

N.R.G. tell Gators, .223s for these haters

Long Starbucks, we get paper, we don't fuck with no traders

They thought Lil Jairmy fell off, nah, I just took a hiatus

FBI all on my dick, they know I'm a big heavy waiter

I'm still dripping, still sipping, I got shipments still waiting

****, I come straight up out the East, went bought a mansion in Cayden

When I smile, you've seen glass, when I talk, you hear cash

I got a slab up in the shop, I'm going digital on the dash, ****

Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

It's the foreign wheel operator

Crowd to see wild, single line neat table

Spillin' flavor, down in Texas holdin' lots of paper

Holdin' salt and pepper, stand, we about to shake 'em

Black and white seats inside tuxedo

I'm done parked a turkey leg as I crawled Almeida

Quaking paint seal in the front by the heater

Women loving the expense anytime the sauce meet 'em

Swing down streets, polter walk when we ride

From 288, I-10 to 45

She asked to see that, and she couldn't believe her eyes

She's sucking while I drive with my syrup on her thighs

Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

Swing down sweet cherry top, let me ride

Winning championships in Houston, feeling just like I'm Clyde or Hakeem

I'm a money fiend, count it up and stack it real

Tall as Yao Ming or stack it tall as Wimby, ain't on me 'cause it's in me

Can't catch me drippin' sauce 'til the whole bottle empty

Might hit the dirty bay with O.T. to count some chicken

Then it's back to the dub with them young **** winnin' and grinnin'

Since we talk about grinnin', check my smile

These marquises on my T-shirt cost more than 60 thou'

Slab movin' like a cow, begeteen, bling, blaow

Never goin' out of style, still got pounds of that loud

Wow, damn, uh-uh, know what I'm sayin'? On sauce, Jairmy man

Butter seats, chrome feet, 415s to make it beat

I'm from Texas, so a clean Cadillac I gotta keep

I might nut up in your freak, she swapped your car for plan B, plan C

She gon' leave your ass and try to run off with me

288 to the South, I'm sliding through the FPT

From the North, to the East, I'm serving pegs, to your peeps

Expensive taste, a hundred dollar plates, every time I eat

I caught the case, gave my lawyer 50k and it got beat

Still got pounds of exotic

Fuck yo' plug, come shop with me

Newest drop straight from Cali

Come correct, this shit not cheap, man

Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney

Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen

We're third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin'

Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen (down)