On That Rim Baby Smoove

[Intro]
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

[Verse]
Don't give no fuck what they got goin', niggas play then I'm gon' up
My Hellcat Durango got like three rows, that bitch a bus
I ain't been drinkin' with my white friends, them niggas love Tus
I swear to God, I drank a whole case, it took me one month
Make me mad, and I go shoppin'
Make me mad, I buy some cars
Make me mad, I buy a new house, and show you I'm that tall
To be honest, I don't need to shop
My closet, it's the mall
Hit that corner hard, you get that bitch switched if you don't call
I don't be shoppin' in the mall, boy ain't none of my hoes basic
My niggas call me Rush Hour because my favorite bitch is Asian
Pour up back-to-back sixes, swear to God, ain't no fakin'
That nigga only got a deuce inside his pop, I can't taste it
I keep blue hundreds, bitch, I'm racist
I hate police, I don't eat bacon
Big ole' VVS made her face lift
I need a pill, my body achin'
I had my Jailbreak for an hour, seen them niggas you know we chased em'
That nigga must think this shit Power, see that boy I bet we scrape em'
Boy don't pull on side that Benz, see that Maybach, that bitch hit
You got kids back at the house, you ain't gon' make it if I hit that chin
I feel like Pablo not de Juan, a nigga try me he gon' be dead
I know they say that's just some dreads, just some bullets in your head
Bitch I feel like Slim Reaper, long arms bet I reach you
Told them boys to stay in school, you should have listened to your teacher
Make them boys go hug the preacher
Lights off, he seen the reaper
We been hangin' on that rim, that's our shit let us keep it