In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}


[Hook]

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)


[Verse 1]

I'm border, grit on that killer

They call it Front Street, nobody know about it

He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight

You see him post up in the cut, how many?

I ain't servin' nothin' but good products

I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang

I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin'', nothin' but pain

Keep the Cheverolet funked out

I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out

I come through, tear that thang up

Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up

You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines

Mr. F.F., I'ma stay bright everytime


[Hook]


[Verse 2]

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime

Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line

Over time, like Denteal, seein' green with the grill

Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild


It's everyday like the clock tick

Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit

It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material

Workin' the original interial

I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk

I step on stage and get the whole place crunk

Always garuntee freind-shh y'all

You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all

Yes sir, hold o