[ Featuring Harry Fraud ]
I can't do vouchin' (Pyoom)
I can't do vouchin'
I can't do vouchin' (Fssh)
I can't do vouchin'
Gen5 stock clip in my Melrose
Choppers in them hotties, we be strikin' out 'em charros
Soon as we get the footage from my akh at the Valero
Postin' close friends only, blockin' thotties and the weirdos
No furniture inside my slap box, this some silk Dracs
Two AK47s, nine Glock and a meal crate
Three-sixty cam inside of the coupe, feel like
New GLE 63, welcome to the glee club
That's pretty much the size of it, twenty grits for nine hundred
F*ck your bitch, embarrass some, brodie call it free publicity
Sold everything that you could think of
Them niggas ain't no hitters, just a bunch of petty street thugs
Sold so many tangerines that I got peach fuzz
Now we pushin' Bentley GTs with the mink rugs
Four Cubans, know I had to Louis V the hoodie
My youngin move the pack faster than a speedin' bullet
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers
All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer
Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner
Fssh, I'm talking Flash Gordon
Down the way, sold a thousand blooms at the Sonic
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it
It's why they call me Lego
They know I keep that A1 hot sauce and 'ayo
Lot of dollars, bustin' U-ies on that one-way dead-end block
With ninety thousand in my Ksubis, pushing 'caine like a cripple
Before I caught the wave from the ripple
Just know before the pain comes the drizzle
Switchin' lanes in the rental, I might piss off the chain from the kennel
Slidin' with this mini Drac', that's a spindle
Eye-to-eye with the stove, hot plate and my utensils
Whole thang on the menu, know that flame been rekindled
Off of Plainview and Kindle, Rollie fully bang, came from playing with the Brenda
A nigga play with James, blow his brains on the window
Twenty-eight, five-four, payin' cake in the McGriddle
On the late night show, no thanks to Jimmy Kimmel
Comin' up on ninety-four, tailgatin' for them scribbles
Mama raised a drug zone hellraiser from McNichols
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers
All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer
Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner
Fssh, I'm talking Flash Gordon
Down the way, sold a thousand blooms at the Sonic
Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales
We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it
