Coming through, slide down the under Scrape my little rim, but my shit still running Lead nine, hoes in me come Trap jump down, strap clutch I come to save, it's being clean Two black ****** midnight to the feed I'm flying through the view, we the killer keys Stand on my tiscek, keep a pilot in the heat I nail it on the seat, I nail it, I'm a beast I mail it overseas, intelligently pee A word, would I spit a paper or aleef? Nine-six Impala, sliding up the street. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Motherfucking that dog. I'm not a soccer *****, so don't try. I got a lefty, *****, I'm so fly. Only the good guy, that's what I drive. Real stuff for you to see it in my eyes.

Yeah, man, I see you with the scrape thing, man. You know what I'm talking about? Yeah, yeah. Look at Devin there, man. You're looking fly than a motherfucker though. Yeah.