Prius

(álbum: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)

I'm riding with cutters, I know that you see that
My banknote is bracking, I know that you B that
We pop out on opps 'fore they find out where we at
I'm carrying, ain't gon' bang it, I'm breaking your kneecaps
This syrup I'm sipping is dirty like tree sap
If I push that button, boy, it ain't no recap
Start smoking with me, and boy, you gon' need rehab
I took the hit in the treehouse
Bought an AP on a bee-yotch
Miami, AP on a bee-yotch
I was in Gucci and Yeezy, you barely in FILA
Boy, it took you too long to realize
Choppers as tall as my brother
I don't really think that I own a gun shorter than these size
Hop out my whip in the neighborhood
I never been to where niggas is throwing me peace signs
She love a real nigga
Sauce spill the shit, make her feel, nigga
Ain't been too many niggas since Master P to touch a mil' without deals, nigga
Today I watched my partner make 67 thousand off of blue bill pillers
Bro say he wouldn't touch a brick if that bitch fell out the sky and hit him
Bro say the pills like the bitch, and them cheeks just can't deny the rhythm
If them blues jumping like that, partner, I can see why you're buying in 'em
'Cause the bitch had me first class to pick up a hundred like Charlie Wilson
And this foreign that I'm riding in really drive itself, so I'm ghost riding the whip, wood twisting
Blake Griffin horses, yeah, the Pistons
Flu game, Jordan's two 6's
Just in case I gotta fade away after I face shot one of you sum' bitches
Best believe every time a nigga play with me I'ma do something vicious
Fuck wipe your nose, I'ma wash your dishes
Get your whole family off the wishlist
Extra, extra, extra, off the hitlist
Then go pimp my ride like Xzibit

Haha, drip
Drip god
Drip god, drip god
Ooh-wee
Drip god
(Drip god
Drip god)