Automobile Kyle Richh (Ft. C Blu)

[Intro: C Blu & Kyle Richh]
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck)
Ahh
C Blu
Grrah

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
On fifty, eyeing the V
Like, big gun put a hole in that automobile
Try to spin, caught a shot to the wheel
And we hit his mans so you know that it's real
He lackin, stop pump faking
Like, wit' a deuce, I go dumb
Itch on my finger, bitch, I'm impatient
He hatin', we too dangerous
He got lost, so we spinnin' around
He think he tough, I like how it sounds
Bro-bro got to gunnin' him down
We here to see if these niggas is on that
He get left on the floor, no floor mat
I got the addy, bro stomped on your door mat
.226 and we spinnin' in tints
Bro got the dotty attached to his hip

[Verse 1]
And I'm wit' a couple of Crips
She too geeked, can't crash got whip
Like, damn, can't back that whip
This not black, can't pass that spliff
Bitch, I'm the realest, I stand on my word
I cannot hate, I just wait for my turn
Why I be bored when I pick up a gun?
Spin through my strip, we gon' have us some fun
And better be ready to dump
Red beam on the gun, don't run
Bend through his strip, we gon' catch us a hit
(Grrah)
Like, you throw, I throw, yeah
He-he dead, big die O's
Switch us the, on my [?]
C Blu