Hell of ice, flickin' bright,
beamin' like some headlights
Hit the switch and watch that bitch go front,
Hy draulic hoppin', droppin',
So, room flow condition with
Engine must've caught transmission
Taking out the competition
hear me be from Button Street
Two women at the same time
Driving fast, looking at digital
Custom dash, paint job, dripping wet
Looking like a piece of glass
Out the country shit, champagne pissing
make her come and suck some dick
Pop that pussy, do a split,
From the bed, you could see the beats
Chillin' at the jet lines,
Uh, batteries in my trunk
My car swayin' in them lanes,
He a rider, mama, jump in that Impala
Let that color ball dazzle ya
Capture the baddest passengers
and he will stay ready to
concrete meet the metal fool
tail sparks like my lighter do
and i've been doing this since bicycles
that's him back when niggas thought
i wouldn't do it then i had to show him
i move them with hydraulic fluid
i ain't lying and my music
Keep an eye out for losers
Keep an eye out for shoulders
Keep an eye out for losers