Letras
Yeah, yeah
They gon' straight right to the K-9, where yo neck
I'm ridin' through the canyon
Windows tinted, I got horses in the phantom
Wit' yo' bitch, I know she is a fan, yuh
Got her spinnin', we fucking in a Benz now
Swappin' spit
Finished up and get a TEC-9, burning clips
I swear I'm a good dancer
Shootin' shit, uh
Shootin' shit
(Creed)
Slat, slat, slat
Big ooh, Ooh
Slat slat slat
Yeah, yeah
They gon' straight right to the K-9, where yo neck
I'm ridin' through the canyon
Windows tinted, I got horses in the phantom
Wit' yo' bitch, I know she is a fan, yuh
Got her spinnin', we fucking in a Benz now
Swappin' spit
Finished up and get a TEC-9, burning clips
I swear I'm a good dancer
Shootin' shit, uh
Shootin' shit
If she wanna fuck then baby get up on deck
This dick not gonna hold us, so baby hold that
Rope 'round my neck, got these bitches obsessed
I just cannot know you bitch, so baby don't stress
Baby, I'm from South Beach, grew up in the damn heat
Catch you in the back, shoot ya like this fucking five speed
Chillin' on the six-speed
Tyler make yo' neck bleed
Baby don't arrest me
I won't love you next week
Fuckin' on Katrina, made that bitch a screamer
Saw you with that pussy, then I realized I don't need ya
Baby from Ibiza, flew her overseas, yuh
Gave her dick so good, I got her fillin' out a visa
One eye open like Popeye with a beam
I swear my aim's like Hawkeye when I squeeze
Pullin' out the 5
Akimbo the 9
Heard you through the vine, now you're tangled in a vine, yeah
They gon' straight right to the K-9, where yo neck
I'm ridin' through the canyon
Windows tinted, I got horses in the phantom
Wit' yo' bitch, I know she is a fan, yuh
Got her spinnin', we fucking in a Benz now
Swappin' spit
Finished up and get a TEC-9, burning clips
I swear I'm a good dancer
Shootin' shit, uh
Shootin' shit