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(His name is Kino Beats) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone) Uh Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go so fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah You won't leave me alone, yeah, alone, yeah, alone She order drinks to stay up (Up) SongtexteThe .9 stay tucked We ridin' all day, I got the keys to the truck (Keys to the truck) Finally found what it means to us (Us) Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for ante cuts You tried to police her but she all for us All for us, all for us Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at Poured up Window down, smellin' like a pound, paint wet Nice sounds, whip still clean to touch the ground That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at In a '96 Impala, paper tags On the gas, got a squadron when I pass If you spot me then just holla All the mans grab it, splittin' it 'Nother to the stash, uh Aus Songtexte Mania