Tony Hawk

(álbum: King Soulja 3 - 2014)

[Intro:]
King Soulja 3
Turn up man
Jarre auto
Rich Gang, we goin on
(The hell is you doin'?)
Stunna
Aye

[Hook:]
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 hurricane, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
360 Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Soulja
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist (900)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Tony Hawk, whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
720, whip my wrist (Goddamn)
Whip my wrist
Whip my wrist
Hurricane, whip my wrist
Soulja

[Verse 1:]
I'm standing on the yacht, smoking by the dock (Dre)
Got a couple thots, that think I'm hot (ewww)
These rappers think they hot, they really not
Maserati coupe, then I drop the top
I'm two hundred bands, foreign off the lot
I'm IHOP syrup, pouring up my guap
I'm fiending Ferragamo, each and every time
I'm hoping out the cut, with shooters that make you blind
I got a foreign whip and a Maybach that's behind it
I gotta engine in the trunk and it go fire (and it go fire)
I'm lil dre, I'm big Soulja, I'm panamera
I'm west side, zone 1, red bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm on the private jet, I finesse
I just count the check, I ain't need it
Shoes on [?] Soulja boy wet, you know I'm bleeding
Pull up on a block, AKA a' heating
Chopper, it's going find, and make ya blind
If, if she in my whip, you know she a dime
I like to get the chicken's whipped, that's all the time
He said he need thirty bricks, and I'm like, 'fine'
Rat-tat-tat with a red bandana
Tony Montana, run through Atlanta
Nigga talking, Imma let him have it
Soulja Boy, told him, and I'm packing a rat
[?]
Rich gang, that's up on my chain
The diamonds are fire flame
360 to 900, Tony Hawk, a hurricane

[Hook]