Oooooh (avec Young Scooter)
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Zaytoven
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Ahh, I told that nigga get that popstar, (Wizzle)
Ahh, 65 Live Forever (Tone, baby)
Ahh, and spin another copter
Lil' motherfucker, lil' nigga
Ahh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Doin' donuts, dash two-hundred, woah
I'm on a dash, I'm on a highway, woah
Ridin' through the hood like uh, ohh
Hangin' out the window sprayin', woah
Ohh, I do the dash on these niggas, woah
Count cash, I don't want war
I'm smokin' dope, I'm pourin' lean, woah
I break the bank, I broke the bank, woah
I'm poppin' tags, he poppin' tags, he swaggy, and I'm flashy
I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration
Diamonds dancin' on my face and on my bezel face
Presidential status
I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley, like I'm on a Benji
Doin' a donut out in Magic, 360, mane
I'm poppin' tags, I drop the cash, two-fifty, mane
Freebandz, nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mane
And serve my city, mane
Sippin' and servin' the raw raw
Whippin' the coupe like a wide body
Hang out the window like why, why?
Lettin' it off on the other side
I whip the whip from the other side
I hit the scene like a homicide
Splat, splash, I told the jeweler bring everything
My feet to the floor, I'm on everything
Doin' donuts, dash two-hundred, woah
I'm on a dash, I'm on a highway, woah
Ridin' through the hood like uh, ohh
Hangin' out the window sprayin', woah
Ohh, I do the dash on these niggas, woah
Count cash, I don't want war
I'm smokin' dope, I'm pourin' lean, woah
I break the bank, I broke the bank, woah (Young Scooter)
Maserati smashin' out, Future ridin' Bentley coupe
Young Scooter ridin' Bentley coupe, we do the shit that bosses do
Real street shit, no rap, I'm worth a mil' or two
Scooter always flexin' out, pull up in them
Hit up Eliantte, yeah, that's a ice tech
We don't rock fake gold, real diamonds 'round my neck
Came up in the dope hole, remixin' my dope bowl
One-fifty in the fast lane, I'm smashin' on you broke hoes
Black Amigo Gang, we love to count up
B-M-F-B-G, we blood brothers
Five-hundred in my blunt, that's how I roll up
Blow a fifty in the club when we turn up (Count up)
Doin' donuts, dash two-hundred, woah
I'm on a dash, I'm on a highway, woah
Ridin' through the hood like uh, ohh
Hangin' out the window sprayin', woah
Ohh, I do the dash on these niggas, woah
Count cash, I don't want war
I'm smokin' dope, I'm pourin' lean, woah
I break the bank, I broke the bank, woah