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One time for the Jets Two times for ya muhfuckin' set Hit it three times, make sure it's the best Put some ice on her if it's always wet Miami Vice Spyder or the Stingray Vette I keep my shit fresh yea vintage like Mitchell and Ness Stepping on the necks of muhfuckas who slept Collecting checks, catching stunts in the progress Take a late night drive to relieve stress Bad bitch by my side who know how to [fire texts?] Mute them boys who be talking that mess Cop coupes, parked cars, that's a light flex Lifestyle rap, that's my genre I guess Founder, forefather, sports car auction baller Low rider Impalas, executive quarters Writing rhymes and making muthafuckin' orders Jars of weed indeed yea we recordin' Instrumentals spent lyrical in the morning Been reading up, grasping on legal jargon Tighten up They gon' use the whole checkbook tryna write for us Lighting up smoke signals Spell it out, Andretti all about figures Look in my eyes when I entered the building Tell y'all that I was gon' leave with a million SongtexteAnd they I'm still spittin' And they I'm still spittin' And they I'm still spittin' And they I'm still Can it be he stayed away too long Is Kanye still riding 'round with Trump Hope if he hear this he don't get mad Just give us some vintage sample tracks Elise bucket, sweater to match Stan Smiths from UK with the velcro strap Welcome to the layer cake, take a loss, bounce back Game costs, you gon' have to pay the boss Press a button in my car, my roof came off You gon' cry in the bus stop or this Ferrari darling Life hard, leather soft In my house watching a [?] doc about the Chedda Boyz All respect, my Detroit fam we connect Burn it down, every time I'm around Muscle cars burn rubber, stripes on the ground Back to my hometown, Andretti pounds Inspiration, just waiting To be rolled in the paper, push me to sadist Rest in peace to the homie Young Greatness Every day in the city is another risk that we taking Dangerous games but we keep playing 'Cause we know deep inside one of us gon' make it Rolling dice every night when you choose to ride nice And hop out the car rocking ice Treat yourself and you'll become a target Gotta be cautious when you balling That's not just for New Orleans, homeboy that's e'rywhere They ain't playing fair out there And they I'm still spittin' And they I'm still spittin' And they I'm still spittin' That's what they say Aus Songtexte Mania