[Chorus]
Poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
'Cause I be poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
[Verse]
'80s test pipes got the six-speed shootin' flames
Touchin' corners out the tandem with a big name
This angle kit got it tricky when I switch lanes
He rollin' back on the crowd, throwin' big flames
They probably miss you in the pit, it's about time
Your bitch blowin' up your phone 'cause we outside
And we could talk about some chicken, 'cause I'm 'bout mine
They huddled up at the meet like it's about crime
I'm slidin' 'til these bitches pop, make it make sense
And for my birthday, I need a figure-8 pit
It ain't no way we finna stop, we got four blicks
Don't jump out tryna trip, we be on tip, nigga
[Chorus]
Poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
'Cause I be poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
Poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
'Cause I be poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
[Verse]
'80s test pipes got the six-speed shootin' flames
Touchin' corners out the tandem with a big name
This angle kit got it tricky when I switch lanes
He rollin' back on the crowd, throwin' big flames
They probably miss you in the pit, it's about time
Your bitch blowin' up your phone 'cause we outside
And we could talk about some chicken, 'cause I'm 'bout mine
They huddled up at the meet like it's about crime
I'm slidin' 'til these bitches pop, make it make sense
And for my birthday, I need a figure-8 pit
It ain't no way we finna stop, we got four blicks
Don't jump out tryna trip, we be on tip, nigga
[Chorus]
Poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
'Cause I be poppin' clutch with his bitch, she like roll back
You never see me 'cause you never where the dough at
Doe bappin', tryna put your bumper where his door at
Get out the window, throw it up, let 'em know that
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