here it comes with dat hop hop hover hop hop hover now look at dat candy paint dat iced out grill bad ass bitchss back at the crib waiting to ride dat red Impala red Impala I ain't no baller or shot caller shock collar on my bitch at all time. she knows when we ride we ride at will move deep hustling up dat doe kick in dat door and take dat mad cash flow what he say what he want he say he gonna stunt but let's be blunt you can be as fly as I let you be as I let go of the notion to rock his head in da motion of any ocean rip tide slow ride confide in then one you feel compelled to bond to head over heels for real confident spending bit coin under a well light bedroom with twice the room as I consume the fumes of a another cover of this mother fucker this dickheaded prick who thinks he slick rock but just got smoked neva choke but I don't want to Eva create a hoax a tale if a mother fucking gangster prankster a star studded rank sir. inside the eyes that crystallize despite the spite that might bite us on this hype this beat this bump bump bump d's d's bump.....