Is that you guys are following our requests

What's up baby

Black Chevelle on them blades boy

Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm blade boy

Come through the city like what's the focus boy

I come through with open doors

Six by nines through these door panels make a bunch of noise

I'm mobbing on these back streets and city blocks

Middle finger every cop

Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stock

Sweatpants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the walk

Man I'm losing my religion

Got those angels on my shoulders and they're telling me to listen

I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system

They telling me its devil music and demons have imprisoned

My mind body and soul and I'm traveling down hell's road

This strap got no velcro

So I'm down for whatever, whenever, wherevere

Anywhere the hell I go, you think I'm scared?