Yo ZYX shit motha fucka
On the move on get he move on
Put the tunes on Im tryna get my groove
On cant fit the pants fit the shirt, or the shoes
Cause a nigga on the loose with
Bad habits, and bitches in big ditches I
Introduce nigga what the fuck i have to lose
Lemme sip tequila
That girl like the cocaina and I roll in that
Toyota with a couple mamacitas, spin that bitch around she my baby ballerina
Imma dick her down got her singing like Aliyah, (Uh)
Say it with yo chest baby speak up
Drunk all weekend and I still run in my adidas
I can't find my car and I think I ran the meter
I'm a young Ron Jeremy
I fuck her then I leave her
Fuck her then i leave her
In a wife beater she couldn't bring
Her friends cause its a 2
Seater
This is not a honda
It doesn't cause a problem
Im rollin the bag
Green money match the ganja
Mama dearest
I believe that I'm scariest
And all these niggas
Can't get near me bruh
Rolling down the 401
Smoking loud
Bass loud
The demons hear it bruh
See in angel in the headlights
So a nigga head right
Pin stripe, dat nose bright
All rock no soft white
You wanna know what this like like
Stay up like 3 nights
Jump on it just like mike
It hit you left than it sneak a right
Red leather, like mike
But it was black when I when I started right
All red all red
The money going to my head
On the move on get he move on
Put the tunes on Im tryna get my groove
On cant fit the pants fit the shirt, or the shoes
Cause a nigga on the loose with
Bad habits, and bitches in big ditches I
Introduce nigga what the fuck i have to lose
Nigga what the fuck i have to lose