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Oh hi goddamn, brown Trans Am, I'm on fire Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these loud ass jems Loud ass pipes, around these loud ass rims God, God, look at my garage, Maserati cars I can't see floors, this is no facade Bitches go retard Thousand pass we call that a picture in the yard My paint keep falling, wet, wet shawty "Shoulder Lean" money, I'm still balling Got them soldiers in the tomb, pockets overload Stack my money up and take a rocket to the moon AK in the freezer, ready to put my glasses in the room When I get with these hoes, first we pop it then we sue them The hottest in the room, you know I won't lie You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on fire Call me Young Dro Because I'm smoking on fire Ball if you want, please shawty don't try Players only live once, everybody going to die So whatever shawty want, you know shawty going to buy Aye, but shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on fire Call me Young Dro because I'm smoking on fire I am Young Dro, what you telling me? Pocket full of celery, I know how to be a player I am V. Delery, nigga run up on me wrong know I get a felony Damn fresh in the club, damn who they asking me? Fellas be trying see my cars look like my Automart Rovers in the crowd and I don't know how to call them up I'ma start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up (Incomprehensible) grey in March, Uncle Blue in April, dimes in the stable Gators I'ma blow them out Tell the bitches if they don't behave I'ma throw them out Drop top probable, make it rain on the Doppler Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what's popping? I'm a beast, soon as I hit release mode Pop your open like the Lamborghini doors Young Dro I'm the "Best Thang SmokinRiding down Edgecombe, I just left Zaxby's Chickens at the restaurant, chickens in my Chevy trunkClassic, super straight, Dro you cannot duplicateNigga you ain't hustle till you sold it out the Super 8Traveloid, super cake, do a hundred jazz up Super strong kush got them coughing like the swap meet(Incomprehensible)Dro you say you spent a million on the jewelryWho you lying to? Try who? Nigga I will suffocate and bust the KShow them how to cultivate, and buy a house with ocean statePlus I say I'm real with the hustle I multicateFirst they start biting, I require y'all muzzle they Mouth is doubt me, eight mile high houses Grand Hustle king y'all know what I'm about bitch]
Writer(s): Josh Hoge, Christopher Young, Corey Crowder, Kane Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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