IMPALAS and DRUMMERZ (feat. ILL Habbit)

Yeah, DATALIFE, and ILL Habbit We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it The boys watching for the dog calling Paw Patrol Before I pick 'em up I get the call they all sold The feds not stopping me, take a chance monopoly All on Broadway serving on yo property Pockets on chunky eyes On Buffy Balling in yo State I'm ain't talking bout Muncie Shorty gotta top me Cause she all on her monthly Thought it was Saturday hit the dayshift on Monday Man i be clowning but don't dare call me krusty The boy wrestle with the work, Jared Dudley in the streets. I got them bankrolls, and I'm fresh riding in the streets, listening to bankroll fresh Told them hit my books for a verse or a hook Chefin in the Stu I can show you how to cook Told them hit my books for a verse or a hook Chefin in the Stu I can show you how to cook We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it Guess who's out of his million dollar crib? datalife, boy I'm been on the low, handlin' my biz Raising my three kids Do the right thing, I'ma show them how to live Now look what I done did Overcome them trials and the tribulations That people like you and me We steady facin' me and time Time and I, we forever racin You can find me on the track, Where I be lovely lacin' in the booth I spit the truth, only few That really know what DATA do, but that gon' change And you and you gon' be the proof I chatter to chatter to chatter, chatter til I chip a tooth Alarm sounds, man, continuance from yesterday That's my mobile notifying, hit the interstate I been goin' hard in the booth all night Cause I got things to say, but It's gettin' late Cut that take, peace out, bruh, ready, break We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it