Lyrics

I was chipping, I be tripping, pimpin', kicking it in the back seat Living like a legend, I be sipping up like a flask piece I don't got no phone number baby, no, don't ask me I don't want your hoe, brother, I'm too busy ashin' Young, white, and trashy, your bitch tryna catch me Earnhardt, you in the Wraith but you gon' end up crashing Ambulance is flashing, wave the checkered flag, please Then he try to take my spot but can't nobody pass me Ay, ain't a motherfucker finna test me Wanna pull it out, bitch you go bye-bye So long, auf wiedersehen, see you in the next life Your bitch, she watching me, hoes seem to be jocking me But it's okay, I'm good under pressure, no time for no lecture But ain't no one stopping me Bitch wait a minute, I got these windows they tinted No-no-no, no you can't see inside of it She want me inside of it I'm barely living but bitch I'm minding my business No, no, no I cannot go wild for you Pussy I look down for you, ay Did it on my lonesome, check, go and roll some El, let me hold some, caught a ticket, cash on me Hit you like you stole some, never tell me hold on I can't wait for nobody, time waits for no one Ay, pop the trunk, let it out, iced out like Fedorov Used to smoke that shit that leave the whip Smelling like ethanol Team at my beck and call 'cause I'd do the same, bitch Someone in my circle need some shit then I arrange it Banging all my new shit, I can do no wrong, boy No matter the price, no I will not do no song, boy Diamonds in the bezel, pedal to the metal None of my bitches like rappers, all they slap is black metal I do this shit so easily like A-B-C-D-E-F-G She fall asleep and dream of me Don't step to me I keep that heat I keep a piece, don't reach for me You will lose a limb, bitch Gold chains, platinum beeper, bleach white pimp, bitch
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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