Impala 96 (Prod. Matt Rios) ft. Matt Rios Lyrics

IMPALA 96

In the 96 impala

Dad was playin tunes

Elevators me and you

OutKast , 3-6, UGK all them dudes

3-6 playin while my girl whip it in the kitchen

Know just what I been on ever since a lil kid bitch

Dad was playin tunes in the impala 96 bitch

Cig sticks yea despise the rich kids

Cus I'm

Working out the ditch bitch

Swear to god neva let a pig trick the kid bitch

Cole and 3K

Swear I was the coldest in the sixth grade

Bumpin kendrick and wayne all fucking day

Say I'm stacking up bricks no legos

Stacking up some blunts with some mother fucking rellos

Stacking up some chips like I gamble at casinos

From the ville throw a L like my name Rick Pitino

Neva show my next move neva show my next play

Cus I'm out here in my lane steady gettin paid everyday

Out here stayin great

And you out here bein Beige

Plain as a mother fucker really need some help out

I'm just fucking round at work now

With my friends, smoking pounds

In the dish room wow

Tyler prolly beat me now

Leaning tower of teasa shit you know just what I besa

Visa got like 20k and that's the one just for the features

See us and we see speedin and she creepin and we leavin

Police peeped in "fuck man you hear they car beeping"

Police got the year round hunting seasons

But I just

Sip on some syrup I ain't worried I ain't got a reason

3-6 playin while my girl whip it in the kitchen

Know just what I been on ever since a lil kid bitch

Dad was playin tunes in the impala 96 bitch

Cig sticks despise the rich kids

Cus I'm working out the ditch bitch

Swear to god neva let a pig trick the kid bitch

Cole and 3k swear I was the coldest in the sixth grade

Bumpin that kendrick and wayne all fucking day

Start off, drive off, pull off, fall off

Something that I'll never know bout

Squashed y'all Top dawg

I'm gone we out

Gotta get to the dough chillin in my house

The wheat got me weak I'm out here workin, I ain't stealin

I might just steal her tho

Dividing up the digits

It's two now not three

Man you just lil bizzitch

Feel like juicy on the track I'm steady pimpin

36 playin while my girl whip it in the kitchen

Know just what I been on ever since a lil kid bitch

Dad was playin tunes in the impala 96 bitch

Cig sticks despise the rich kids

Cus I'm working out the ditch bitch

Swear to god neva let a pig trick the kid bitch

Cole and 3k swear I was the coldest in the sixth grade

Bumpin that kendrick and wayne all fucking day

Wayne got me thru the whole fucking fifth grade

Tyler really do it tho he show you can get paid

Be yourself be the geek you are inside all day

And you'll really be straight

Fuck what a hater say

Ima be rich just gotta stay in the game

Show you who I am

Show you I am the man

Not in my prime yet and that's saying something man

I could go head to head

With any rapper you put me against

Promise they won't ever stand a chance

Got the drive

Got the power

Like I'm in my golf stance

About to hit the ball all the way to fucking France