IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS

**** this shit feel like pistols poppin', dippin', ridin'

Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit

Slidin' in the G-Wagon through Philly on some more shit

We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah

Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look

The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence

The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'vette, slidin'

Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me

Empire building like Lucious, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie, oh yeah

My **** pull up slidin' with some shottas, oh yeah

Old West, this Impalas and hydraulics, oh yeah

West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'

Appetite for the streets 'cause **** is fed buyin'

Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent

'Cause **** livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet, shit

Know my worth, give me 20 for them shows

Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, **** okay

Pull up with my riders, **** okay

Dickies and hydraulics, **** okay

In Cheetahs throwin' dollars, **** okay

Fitted L.A. Dodgers, **** okay

Vatos be my partners, **** okay

Disrespect, they slidin', **** okay

Flag hangin' since a toddler, **** okay

Rest in peace to 'Pac, my ****, okay (let me drench in man)

You know the tenth house across the street from Davis?

Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors"

Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusin' ****

Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with ****

Memoirs of a Compton ****, thought I was a samurai

Choppin' up them bricks up through Bompton with 'em

Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em

I know what's on your mind, and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em

Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID

Get a bad bitch from IG, had her put ketamine in your IV

Bitch ass ****, I'm checkin' your purse

And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin' your hearse

Come to the cemetary on your birthday and step on the dirt

**** get split with the TEC disrespectin' the church

Your whole hood cryin', guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt

Your momma want that R.I.P. merch, guess who pressin' the shirts

Keep playin', **** okay

Pull up with my riders, **** okay

Dickies and hydraulics, **** okay

In Cheetahs throwin' dollars, **** okay

Fitted L.A. Dodgers, **** okay

Vatos be my partners, **** okay

Disrespect, they slidin', **** okay

Flag hangin' since a toddler, **** okay

Rest in peace to 'Pac, my ****, okay