Letras
Two times two equals four doors on a old school Chevy ridin' on Vogues
Windows up, tec gettin' stuck
Ice cold Rossi in my Cristal cup
Little Bruce is extra mannish
I put a sideways and Grandmama can't stand it
Smoke some up at the Springs Road stop sign
And then I spin 'em by the church about two more times
Hoes hella scared, me and Mac Shawn laughin'
That's when the '67 Cougar starts blastin'
It was burnt orange with the black canvas top
I goes for my Glock, I didn't have to pop
'Cause it was K-1 gettin' dumb with the Israel
Made chopper with the cooler for the real deal
Funk Mobb Funk put together by a gangsta
Frank Nitty done possessed this youngsta
It's all good, I'll pass the dank
Then I slap my kit and load and make my new Vogues stank
Mobbin' in my old school
Smashin' like a straight fool
Ain't trippin' on no police
'Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds
Mobbin' in my old school
Smashin' like a straight fool
Ain't trippin' on no police
'Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds
I'm a nappy headed nigga with the smokers choke
'Cause I'm addicted to the doja smoke
I bought half a hill, forever got kill
Now do you wanna smoke with me?
The kush is in season, got your cousin sneezin'
I fire up the Humboldt County greens
I'm tacked out, so don't roll my windows down
So high I gots to put the blunt down
Have your whip put the wax kit on my clear
On my quarter panel, no, you won't see a deal
You'll be slidin' and I'm glidin'
And all the hoochies at the school wanna ride in
The love boat and smoke some dope
I pulls to the curb and says, "What's up, hoe?"
Only 17 but look way older
Hopped in my mob like she seen the rollers
I let her hit the dough and now she know the time
Poured herself a cup of that Rossi wine
A straight super bad with the barbed wire cut