[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Hop out with that K blowing KK
I'm burning on rubber, I get high on the highway
My momma mad that I'm made its the wavy day
I'm juugin, finessin, I re-rock the play
I don't know why, I just know that you can't
When I fell down, then I go hit the bank
She on my dick cause I am what you ain't
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
And I juug it little better
Work in the kitchen, I cook it little better
I let you close just so we can finesse you
Army guns we got the K's and Burettas
I hit yo hoe and my Glock on the dresser
I get that pipe and this bitch going, pressure
I got a bitch so thick, she got extra
You don't got a check on me, nigga I'm chеcked up
You don't gotta run a play, nigga I'm sacked up
Glock kick back ...
If I get down bad Imma run it back up
If I gеt down bad Imma get on my ...
Like the movie nigga just acting tough
Carl... but I hop out the clutch
I drop bitches everyday I'm a clutz
On exotic and my whole body runtz
She want lunch, she been hit me for months
Will Smith hit the streets then I punch
I stripe for a ticket, no but
Got tool on my hip so she think I'm the one
I still talk to myself, y'all ain't talking bout nothing
Hop out with that K blowing KK
I'm burning on rubber, I get high on the highway
My momma mad that I'm made its the wavy day
I'm juugin, finessin, I re-rock the play
I don't know why, I just know that you can't
When I fell down, then I go hit the bank
She on my dick cause I am what you ain't
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
And I juug it little better
Work in the kitchen, I cook it little better
I let you close just so we can finesse you
Army guns we got the K's and Burettas
I hit yo hoe and my Glock on the dresser
I get that pipe and this bitch going, pressure
I got a bitch so thick, she got extra
You don't got a check on me, nigga I'm chеcked up
You don't gotta run a play, nigga I'm sacked up
Glock kick back ...
If I get down bad Imma run it back up
If I gеt down bad Imma get on my ...
Like the movie nigga just acting tough
Carl... but I hop out the clutch
I drop bitches everyday I'm a clutz
On exotic and my whole body runtz
She want lunch, she been hit me for months
Will Smith hit the streets then I punch
I stripe for a ticket, no but
Got tool on my hip so she think I'm the one
I still talk to myself, y'all ain't talking bout nothing
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