(feat. Proverb)



Ya I'm ridin on them choppa thangs 

I told the choppa main 

I put it to ya brain 

On ya shirt I'll leave a stain 

Sean Paul, I ball like my birthday 

I bring the K and wet yo ass up in the worst way 

I'm a playa for that pussy, I can neva pay 

I skip the cris and sip on henny almost everyday 

Trap stars, remember im from round the way 

Where niggas give they life away 

and gamble wit aseria 

Young killas, drug dillas 

yea they blide burners 

Standin on the corner 

Dickies and sum white turners 

Wife beaters if ya a nigga that understand my slang 

East side if ya ever wanna find me main 

See u be chillin posted up up in them high spots 

Late nights u see the flame from them high shots 

I heard they fin to come and kick some doors again, im posted wit my tech to see wat door dey comin in 



[Chorus:]

I'm 4-deep in my chevrolet 

We be sippin on lean in my chevrolet 

In the seat we cook green in my chevrolet 

Thats y these hoes wanna be in my chevrolet 

they wanna play wit me 

ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof 

ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof 

ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof 

ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof