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Impala ss outside

I got my seat leaned back

Blasting them old school tracks

Window Five percent tint can't see thru that

She sent me a text come slide

And pick up sum cold cognac

You know i don't sip like that

Roll a couple blunts up blazing thru the

Whole pack

Impala ss outside

I got my seat leaned back

Blasting them old school tracks

Window Five percent tint can't see thru that

She sent me a text come slide

And pick up sum cold cognac

You know i don't sip like that

Roll a couple blunts up blazing thru the

Whole pack

Heard you in need of somebody I might be the nigga you searching for

Probably the nigga you would adore

Just rambling the smoke got mind obscured

From 0 to 90 she all on my body she said gemini's who I'm urging for

Too early to trust it I've been unsure

Before grab the magnums from out the store

Impala ss maxed out

Asked if I was cooling with my niggas no doubt

Replied me and my homegirls just been tryna go out

I'm calling out yo bluff gotta see what you about

Don't play send yo location baby don't you holdout

Pull up on perfect timing I don't take no slow routes

Walked in the function jumping brought the whole hood out

Next hometown hero pull up make the hood shout

Next household name get the whole city lit

Looked back in my mirrors it's a blue crown vic

I took that lil piggy for a whole road trip

I can't get caught nigga I got four whole zips

In the whip instincts kicked in gotta dip

12 always on tip if they catch up Ima fib

Once I shook em off hip had to pull back to crib

let em know you off limits yeah I had to call dibs

So hold on don't call yo uber

I'm down if you down to start something newer

It's not many real ones they growing fewer

Just tryna see how well that thang maneuver

My fault Hennessy got me talking looser

That nigga that dubbed you a walking loser

But I cannot save you I feel like future

Don't see it now shorty you'll see it sooner

For now lemme catch my drift

Eyes puffed up red still lit my spliff

Who you came here with oh just you and yo sis

Who I came here with it's the same old clique

Ain't a damn thang change

Got a growing outrange

Got the scopes re-aimed

Clean 06' frame

Wheels on candy paint

We don't V6 this big V8 yeah

Impala ss outside

I got my seat leaned a back

Blasting them old school tracks

Window 5 percent tint can't see thru that

She sent me a text come slide

And pick up sum cold cognac

You know i don't sip like that

Roll a couple blunts up blazing thru the

whole pack

Impala ss outside

I got my seat leaned a back

Blasting them old school tracks

Window 5 percent tint can't see thru that

She sent me a text come slide

And pick up sum cold cognac

You know i don't sip like that

Roll a couple blunts up blazing thru the

whole pack

Impala to Bentley to Royce

Keep balling I ain't got no choice

Impala to Bentley to Royce

Keep going I ain't got no choice

Impala to Bentley to Royce

Keep balling I ain't got no choice

Impala to Bentley to Royce

Keep balling I ain't got no choice

I might just pull up come slide

Just pull up come slide

She sent me a text

Sent me a text come slide

She sent me a text

Sent me a text come slide

Impala sitting outside