歌詞
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This bitch act a fool on the gram
Said she doesn't want me on Xans, yeah
She said she wanna race
I feel like Chedder I need "Pink-10's"
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan, yeah
She wanna ride with the gang
Said she wanna learn how to make these bands
Said she wanna run from 12
Hop in the four-door baby let's dance
(Baby let's Dance)
.762 in the backseat
I don't really feel like throwin' no hands, yeah
Gotta keep a tool, gotta pack heat
Otherwise you gon' fuck around and get blammed, yeah
Finna act a fool on the gram (God damn)
Finna fuck around and get banned, yeah
I done took too many Percocets
Now I don't even know where I am
Yeah, Homie got locked up
I was in the tele spot gettin' my dick sucked
Got held for the night then the bro got picked up
He beat that case bitch ain't no hiccups
Bitch I'm pullin' in a foreign that pickup
Talk down on AMG get blicked up
In that V.I.P. laid back feet kicked up
Don't hang in a group, shit get split up
Got a black ski mask my jacket zipped up
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This bitch act a fool on the gram
Said she doesn't want me on Xans, yeah
She said she wanna race
I feel like Chedder I need "Pink-10's"
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan, yeah
She wanna ride with the gang
Said she wanna learn how to make these bands
Said she wanna run from 12
Hop in the four-door baby let's dance
She wanna hop in that coupe
Fuck four doors bitch I need two
Call four whores they comin' through
Trunk in the front no don't get fooled
Order the steak make it well
'Cause I don't wanna have any problems when I try to chew
Up at the table we're winnin'
But I'm still sippin' deadly I don't need food
I'm reachin' the top
There's no way you could stop all the moves I am makin'
The moves I'ma do
Stackin' my chedda like Chedda Boy told me
Ain't none of the **** I'm rollin with loose
If I got a problem I call up the bros
And we huntin' that **** like Duck Duck Goose
Man, fuck all these fake ass homies
Tell me they cover my back but they pickin' and choose
Man why you **** so foul?
Gun yo ass down then I mix with the loud
Smoke up a lot of the purple it's fillin' my lungs
Bitch, I'm goin down
Come on bitch, gi-gimme that crown
Spent like 23 years in your town
You don't wanna see what happen when I frown
Did I kill your brother?
Bitch without a doubt, go ahead ask what I'm smokin' on now
Fuck that pussy he's so goofy he can't step up on me
I been ridin' with them dirty **** AMG got thirty
And you know we keep a clip close to the dick
On no homo shit, we gon' hit you right in yo lip
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This bitch act a fool on the gram
Said she doesn't want me on Xans, yeah
She said she wanna race
I feel like Chedder I need "Pink-10's"
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan
She wanna hop in the sedan, yeah
She wanna ride with the gang
Said she wanna learn how to make these bands
Said she wanna run from 12
Hop in the four-door baby let's dance
Written by: Adam Abu-Amer, Tucker Stephen Vogel
