Showoff ft. Vercetti James Lyrics

Diamond in the back

Sunroof top

Pull up to the scene with the gangsta lean

Diamond in the back

Sunroof top

Pull up to the scene with the gangsta lean

G-Class with the doors off

Hit the Swisher and I doze off

Pouring up, to get the nerve off

I hit the pedal and I skirt off

High as fuck, don't think I know y'all

100 miles and runnin' fuck with no laws

Sippin' Don, got me throwed off

Pedestrians, thinking I showed off

When it come to these women and these cars and these clothes

I got options, options on options

Nigga, when it come to these niggas and these hoes

You just gotta move cautious,

Slippin' ain't an option

Now I'm in the whip and I'm parked at the light

Catchin' eyes and I notice

They just don't know I noticed

I'm feelin' kinda good today

Yo, let me take you to my showroom

You wanna ride, I got no room

Player like Stockton

Club knockin

Bottle poppin',

Ass droppin'

Lookin' like a baller,

Shot caller

Pushin' like I know a plug up in Guatemala

I'ma gettin' money nigga, and I pop a lot of tag

If you ain't gettin' money, then I gotta holla back

You might have a couple hoes, but I got a lot of that

If you fuck with me, man, I can show you how to stack

G-Class with the doors off

Hit the Swisher and I doze off

Pouring up, to get the nerve off

I hit the pedal and I skirt off

High as fuck, don't think I know y'all

100 miles and runnin' fuck with no laws

Sippin' Don, got me throwed off

Pedestrians, thinking I showed off

Holla at your boy when you see me at the light

Dark tint, loud pipe,

Ooh, this what they like

And I just put the chrome on the whip

When it's dark, still hittin' at night

Ooh, that's what they like

I'm a P, I don't pop, no seal

But when I'm off the Don, shit's about to get real

Plus, I'm kinda loose and my cup just spilled

My yeah hit me up,

I'm like, yo, what's the deal

Movin' low-key like I'm livin' on the run

Smokin' big blunts, but I'm lookin' for the runts

And it don't quit, as I get high

One life Soulja, connected Northside

Bitches on the sidewalk tryna blow the kiss

Hangin' out the left arm so they see the wrist

Bettin' on the drag race, pull up with the stick

Presidential V12, hope you got the kit, homie

G-Class with the doors off

Hit the Swisher and I doze off

Pouring up, to get the nerve off

I hit the pedal and I skirt off

High as fuck, don't think I know y'all

100 miles and runnin' fuck with no laws

Sippin' Don, got me throwed off

Pedestrians, thinking I showed off

When it come to these women and these cars and these clothes

I got options, options on options

Nigga, when it come to these niggas and these hoes

You just gotta move cautious

Slippin' ain't an option

Don't forget to holla at your boy when you see me at the light

Dark tint, loud pipe,

Ooh, this what they like

And I just put the chrome on the whip

When it's dark, still hittin' at night

Ooh, that's what they like

Yeah, that's how we do it

Next time you see me stop at the light

Don't just look at me, holla at your boy

When it come to these women and these cars and these clothes

I got options, options on options