Impala Boy Cristal Q

[Intro]
Impala boy, bo-boy
Impala boy, b-boy
I-i i-i-impala boy, b-b-bo-bo-boy
I-i i-i-impala boy (Clutch)

[Verse 1]
He was sittin' at the light
In a Mercedes Coupé
Plus he was lookin' kinda right
Then he let back the roof
This dude was cute
And he was bumpin' something too
He was flashed in his wrist game, then the light changed
We switched lanes on Biscayne Blvd
Then a fella rolled up in an Escalade
Said: "what it do, darlin'?"
Said he played for The Marlins
Had a room at The Marlin on Collins
Then he asked me if I wanted to chill
Paint job, big chromic wheels
Well, I had to tell him: "no"
Too young and that ain't really how I roll - what I been lookin' for:

[Pre-Chorus]
Big beep, Bugattis, candy paint, 808 - he got that beat
He'll say: "if you ridin' shotgun mama, roll with me"
Right time, right place, he could see it on my face, he got me weak
Dade county balla-balla whippin' in his Impala-pala