Creme de la creme homey, top shelf you know I like my beat down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back Let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if you like your Beat down low, down low, down low (Yea you already know what this shit is nigga, remix nigga) Down low, down low, down low, down low I like my top let back, let back, let back (Mannie Fresh, TIP whatup nigga?, I got'cha nigga) Let back, let back, let back (I'ma show these niggaz what to do) Ay holla if you like your
I let my chain hang low, keep that thing up on my waist All then haters talkin' reckless, tell 'em say it to my face Can see a bank roll, yeah I almost caught a case It's the remix, so Mannie Fresh drop the bass
I say now twenty-eight inches got me sitting so high Reach straight up through the clouds, God damn I'm in the sky Got my eighty-seven zone, God dammit I'm fly Bet you anything won't any nigga try it
I push the look come Wednesday the drop that Monday Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae So you can miss me with that hatin' and that, "He can't rap shit" Tell them faggot-ass niggaz wrap they lips around my dick
God damn my money sick, ayy I need to see a doctor Black on black Bentley call it "Phantom of the Opera" Lemon lime drop top, I call it a "Sprite" When I pull out the garage you can call it a night
I like my beat down low and my top let back See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black
Dro, my trunk gon' break the damn law I'm ridin' through the hood with eights are damn raw Them twenty-sevens tall but them eights are damn raw Bitches know they see the platinum is grey like grandpa
Spray the Chevy all kinda sour apple colors Diamonds up in my charm look like pineapple suckers Tec-9 for some, mac-90 for others Leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Danny Glovers
Nah this ain't a movie but I shot "4 Brothers" And plus I got a Chevelle that flop four colors Cars without the covers, my beat down low I let my rims sit high, I'm the best thing blowin' now, Dro
I like my beat down low and my top let back See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black
I like my beat down low and my top let back See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black
I got my treble up high and my beat down low I don't slam no doors, hop in where the roof go What I need a roof fo'? Replace it with the sky Streets be mine with that Georgia on My Mind
Ridin' in the wettest paint, like I'm surfin' on a tidal wave Cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave The man in the trunk sound like the man knockin' Five pass rockin' with stacks in my pockets
I got money in my pocket and my mind on mo' To hear myself think I like my beat down low Cigarello full of dro and the Chevy two-toned It's sittin' on chrome that's how I get my roll on
Gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real I see some hot girls so I'm a turn it up a lil' Let 'em bounce to the music ba-bounce to the beat The top down, hop in and ride with a G
I like my beat down low and my top let back See me ridin' 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and you