Yeah we whippin down the road and I’m wit my gang Sarah, if you talkin on her name then you finna feel the terror, if you callin her a bitch then you lookin in a mirror, if you think you got a problem we gon make you see it clearer, we gon burn you to the ground like a fire like a flare, nigga we out in the night you don’t see us we is rare, see the Honda down the road so you betta say a praya, bitches tellin us to slide but we already their, if you wanna run 1s nigga we aint playin fair, got my homie Sarah Z she a badass muh fucka, fuckin payin for the party dumb bitch named Parka, bitch I’ll pin yo location on a map you my marka, and you chowin on the cake you a fat fuckin Tonka, all that chocolate on yo face like your name is Willy wonka, have some manners clean yo plate or I’ll put you in the gutta, got the knife that cut the cake it’ll cut you like some butta, drum mag on my drake like I’m a muh fuckin drumma, fat ass clogged the toilet need a god damn plumba, nigga we so icy hit em with that stone cold stunna, we got Sarah pullin up and all these pussys start to flutta, my rod put em in the ground like I’m a muh fuckin putta, cuss in front of Sarah and you gon et yo ass beat, bitch you gotta earn respect yeah you ain’t a OG, hear you wanna run the Zs first you gotta run me, burnout on the bridge spin outa town and catch a b, rob yo ass on clock and throw yo shoes up in a tree, you gon get yo ass rocked pull up at coyote creek, meet up at the gas station got yo ass meeked.