Lowrider

I said my youngin be ready to up it he walk with a limp when he tuck it
Barrel so big that the front like a trumpet mind goneee only thinking destruction
Headshot, now the brain next to your body close range, disgusting
Niggas switched had to get accustomed switch for the blick
And that shit is a custom
Plotting on my demise when my eyes on the prize
And my hands on her thighs (I said)
I can tell by they looks and be peeping the vibes
Talk of the town then I'm hawking them down 10 years
Plus I been torching the sounds
Niggas be cap they ain't really my rounds
Let off a cap now his mom wearing gowns haan
Closed caskets, bold tactics could give two fucks
What you jackin get a grown man shot out his jacket red dot em
That's target practice
Nonchalant so them thoughts be passive
And if you aiming then don't pass it
(Gah gah gah gah BOOM!)
And if you aiming then don't pass it we used to flip on a mattress
Before I was spittin' these classics these niggas is pussies and has beens
If I crash out then it's gonna be tragic
On the front end need the backend t up on bodz when I hit em with Mac 10's
Niggas rappin just to be rappin I flow eazyyyy with a passion
(Letsgetittt)
End of a poem I be snappin smokin a bleezy with my breezy laughing
Yell fuck em all had to cut off distractions and bitches
That's trynna respin to get active
Told her I'm top tier I never been average (Like)
If that top still wavy then I might still smash it
But if I curve then I know she's embarrassed
So tuck your pride or duck and hide hollows hit and bust inside
I hope you strapped up for this ride no cap this ain't a bribe
I know that these niggas be livid filled up with envy
And wished that they spinning
I pop me a bottle cause my team is winning you know
that I'm sturdy it's nothing to kick it (Letsgetitt)
I'm back on my shit hoe, always step never tip toed 220 but a big goat whoa!