[Verse 1:] Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley Work the Cadilac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy 55 granddaddy Gotta throw some salt on it, cause you know I'm getting at it Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas Hope you didn't to it to yourself, that's tragic Hope you didn't do it but the way we established Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family The way a nigga look round here, they a backstab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like an known grim reaper Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a little cheaper Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle Girl hang on that strip with a four desert nigga [Chorus:] Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms Where ya' man at? Heard that the feds got em I see ya crew still laying repping thru the West side go, go Legs to the tech, yea peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them Wolves out, rock a little cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind Before you gon knock someone down And they gon shoot, then shoot something We better hear bout this shit on the news or something We better hear bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young man came through holding on the K like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing [Verse 2:] Had the parkay jumping out the Pyrex High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no powder Niggas trying to walk with my shadow The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rapper Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc A Fella Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc A Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella We work the frontstreet where mama said gon't go We went there Trap house at bomb with that crack, then we went there Shawty don't fuck with these fo seeds Niggas be telling these days, be telling these days