guap toucher rock busser see my in a drop top i kame from mixing the wok talking crazy too mas dropping crazy sound alot wokking star fucking dimensions hard i came from nothing homie i riegn supreme homie flaking too much baby taking control is a must baby im riding around this town touching paper motherfucker clutching glockys motivater solid ass raider out for the gold tomb of the dead life reaching for the starz i brang them back to destroy them again against the machine green with red guitar with a capital this G well armed strong arms against all odds hear the roar sounding like gator sounds with fire the haters are around me two faces these blue faces keep coming got these bitches running im fucking gunning for the trophy homie oldies but goodies bumping hard homie lowrider crusing the blvd hoes riding in a packed car im gangster asf