(feat. Pre-School, Mad Lung) 



[CHORUS: Repeat] If you see me on a hundred spokes 



It's just me and my homie's gettin blown away. 



[Luni Coleone:] 

Unh, well if u see me on the hundreds, it's me and my folks 

Luni, Coleone, boy I ain't no joke 

I'm at the touch of class kicken it, V.I.P. 

Spittin game at your batch, Coleone got G's 

By the buck loads, the young homey make scratch 

Ridin luxury cars, fool you can't touch that 

Puffin OG on the highway, doin it my way 

Do dirt and get released, like my name was O.J. 

All day, we roll around gettin high 

If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky 

I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality 

Nina ross so my boss, don't run up on me 

They call me shotgun, and my game remain high 

Rollin down the strip, gettin lip from yo eye 

It's Luni Coleone, you best ask about me 

My barber June-Nitty and my folks J.T. 



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[Preschool:] 

Baby girl, look here,yo boo, what's ur name? 

Whisper in your ear to show you, some more game 

What's your thang, for me, to get close to you 

Oh, got a man? Happy? Well this is what your supposed to do 

I'm tell you girl, tryna share yo world, like Mary J 

Ask me late night sure-lay, I'm sure your down to play, anyway 

Your my little seee-cret 

And that's the way we keep it, when we creepin, creepin. 

Your bout the flyest thing among us, no wonder it's summer, 

Slide me your number, keep it on the under, in front of 

Yah man, goddamn, wanna take my stand, grab my hand 

In the fork white sand, in a beautiful land, cause I can 

If I had it my way, we'd be creepin 

Together sleepin, out for weekends, for real yo nigga know you cheatin 

Late night freakin, Missy he see's you, when your peakin 

Cause you lovin the way a brother treatin, beamin, damn. 



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[Luni Coleone:] 

Unh, damn preschool, let's get this cash young homey 

I'm down to ride, do or die, yeah it's Coleoney 

[Preschool:] 

Yes, and liscous lucious, busta's can't touch us 

Me and lunasicc lovely, facin the world was my mustly 

[Luni Coleone:] 

Dusta busta quick, we remain top dogs 

On some hundreds, gettin blunted, we some LG hogs 

[Preschool:] 

Laced with pornofacation, facin, incarceration 

Shakin undercover Haitians, in the Touch Of Class blazin 

[Luni Coleone:] 

Yeah we makin cash, while you hatin, real fast 

Gettin buck, in the dust, foot all on the gas 

[Preschool:] 

All on the gas? I guess i'm on the gas too 

Just me and you, thinkin bout the things to do, after two 

[Luni Coleone:] 

Unh, boy it's all good, California, east fool 

National Gaurds like Killer Tay, regulatin the goods 

[Preschool:] 

My only problem, is me baby mama 

Scent of attraction, baby been askin, have some straight drama 



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