errybody mad

everybody mad yea they hate it wen i come thru throw sum 10s out for ya children baby wat it do got this glow stirring flavor cookin like a stew got that sticky icky that dank purple stank sippin on da drank drank hemi got the crank crank got liquid drip to the lyrics dat i spit its gods will that i drop another hot hit super super fly grip money never really left me it just made a round trip all up in my pocket and on the dashboard it sit get a couple 100s on the low ima flip wood grain grippin on dem 4s ima tip love the click clack sound wen i slide in the clip love it wen she holla slid in just the tip fuck the money train im tryna board the rack ship play wit me and il crash on ya like a space ship u gon race me nigga i got dibs on yo pink slip dis aint nornal gas boy i got that super zip errybody mad yea they hate it wen i pull up dodge ram 1500 wit a hemi under da hood punk bust a fly beat get yo gloomy ass out that bad funk young italian nigga got that key to the city im only 23 5"3 still nobody fkn wit me E for errybody go on try n get me life flash before ur eyes tell me was them bright lights pretty ?? cruisin wit the homeboys snatchin all the clout from ur home city