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IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS

 

IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS


Nigga, this shit feel like pistols popping
Dipping, riding, Diddy talking, G.O.A.T. shit
Sliding in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look
The best rhyming was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set riding, pull up in the 'Vette, sliding
Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius, I'm getting neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah, my niggas pull up sliding with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tying
Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buying
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
'Cause niggas living loud is soon to be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga

Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwing dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they sliding, nigga
Okay, flag hanging since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga [?]

You know the tin house across the street from Davis?
Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusing niggas
Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas
Memoirs of a Compton nigga, thought I was a samurai
Chopping up them bricks, going through Bompton with 'em
Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em
I know what's on your mind and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em
Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad bitch from I-G, have her put ketamine in your I-V
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm checking your purse
And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checking your hearse
Come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt
Niggas get split with the TEC disrespecting the church
Your whole hood crying, guess they wasn't expecting the hurt
Your momma want that R-I-P merch, guess who pressing the shirts
Keep playing, nigga

Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs throwing dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they sliding, nigga
Okay, flag hanging since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
Okay

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