MAYO LETTUCE TOMATO

Ran up a hundred thousand in the Benz, shoot out the window, can't see through the tint

Shit too dark, you can't see five percent, we got guns on us like the militant

We servin' up crack up with the fent, we stay with the rods, pole and they bent

Just maxed this credit card we all spent, In the SRT, the shit we spin

AC on it, he don't even speak

So what's the word in case you gotta leave

So what's the move in case I gotta sneak

We walk you down, we finna leave you in the street

So what's the word, we finna send you up like a bird

The way it looks, I like those curves, mask on, gloves on, feel like the Purge