Hot Wheels
(专辑: Fuck Da City Up - 2012)
[Intro: Young Dro & Travis Porter] [Travis Porter:] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Young Dro:] Okay. Aye they ain't gon like this shit right here [Travis Porter:] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa [Young Dro:] Aye Tip, check this out, aye, push it. Travis Porter what's hanning, push it! [Hook: Travis Porter] I'm in at Hot Wheel and I'm driving real fast And I'm smashing on the
gas, I'm tryna do the
dash Hot Wheel: got 200 on the
dash Man I'm driving real fast, I'm tryna do the
dash Push it! (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Push it! (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) [Verse 1: Strap (of Travis Porter)] I'm in a
hot wheel til I
light this here Tap my bitch she switch my gear Diamond shining they all clear PHMG they all here Tattoos they all over me She see me kissin all on my tip He say I'm a
rookie nigga, I
been doing it for years Better take a
look at me, better check my booking fee I
been cooking shit off in the
kitchen but I
ain't Lil' B
Pull up in a
Hot Wheel, bitch need a
green card All-red candy paint, nigga this your dream car I'm that muthafuckin nigga all the
bitches scheme for When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her She suck a
dick so good, but why you think she on my team for I
got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen Hear me coming down the
street: 'Rari, screaming Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging Ink all on my body and I'm hotter than a
demon [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Dro] Hold on let me rip this ho Car so fast I
flipped that ho Tell them boys don't play with Dro Pause that bitch, skip that ho Black coat let my coupe in here Decapitate my roof in here The
reason why they ask for Dro cause they wanted the
truth in here Just like Star, I'm rockin ya [?] I'm poppin ya I
knew something was fishy going on like tilapia You ain't fuckin with pimpin though My wrist blow up like indigo I
like a
model bitch but I
would rather Oprah Winfrey though The
richest bitch up in this bitch My paint flop and then flip in this My Glock it got a
clip in it My car so wet it's drippin shit They copy me like Kinko do Diamond chain, one pink one blue Car so fast, my speakers on blast Don't race me boy, I'm shittin on you Hold up they can't take this shit I
spaz out with no brakes and shit I'm Bosco with this cake and shit Congo dro, ape and shit I
saw yo broad and took that bitch Wassup with all that liquor shit? You see these horses on my car 'Rari bitch I'm pushin it [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] I'm mindin mine, in 599s New Ferraris, know that I'm ballin ho 400, 000 in public housing, [?] blunt of dro Through Atlanta station I'm pushin Every corner I'm hookin Bad bitches just lookin Tryna throw me that pussy Say what happened baby I
can't Cause them niggas cool, but they ain't shawty Wrist froze and I
can't thaw it Hundred mil well that ain't hard, I'm hard As a
muthafucka, swear to God, I'm God To the
trap niggas and dope boys... pause Blow a
half a
mil just cause, ball Money ain't a
thang, not at all Drink the
lean and get kool-aid Get high on pills for like 2
days Fresh to death in that [?] Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray Aye! Ain't no fugaze, I'm too major, I'm super paid Say 30 mil, better double that That money short then we double back Got rubber bands around 30 racks I'm trouble man so where the
trouble at? I
got a
truck load of them hood rats I
push through, where your hood at? [Hook]