| Stop at the light, the rims still go |
| Limo tint, but the grill still show |
| Mob through the lot, with the suicide do' |
| Color change whoa, 24's on that hoe |
| Rims so big, I can see in a diesel |
| Sitting so high, think I can grab me a eagle |
| The shine in the mouth, I don’t think that it’s legal |
| Got the black Vesal, purchase on me Visa |
| Bapes on the pedal, candy on the metal |
| The man with the cheddar, red monkeys on the leather |
| Stones on the finger, Lam on the beamer |
| Fuck rain in the club, I make it Hurricane Katrina |
| Make it pour heavy, book a flight from the celly |
| 28's on a Cheve, one bitch thought I was Nelly |
| Naw Tuck, I get’s buck |
| First nigga in the city, 7−45 truck |
| Yeah, you ain’t stunting like me |
| The black Lamborgini, you ain’t running like me |
| 200 karats, you ain’t glisten like me |
| Hurricane Tuck, putting it down for the D |
| Yeah, I’m gonna do what it take |
| For me and the click, to go surf in a lake |
| We repping, real hard for the state |
| Toasting mamostas, let’s go get the cake |
| D.S.R. Pookie, Lucci got the city hot |
| That’s why, we floating the same plane Diddy got |
| Let me tell you, what they talking bout |
| Flying to Japan, fans hands when we step out |
| Yeah, let me tell you some’ing real |
| The whole click grill chill, waited for the deal |
| We still, fighting for the bill |
| Tuck’s in the building, what’s the god damn deal |
| Move, coming through coming through |
| Wreck the Ferrari, then I went and bought two |
| Cocaine white, but it changed up to blue |
| I ain’t never had nothing, let me do what I do |
| Put the forces, on the throttle |
| Step in the club, like I just won the lotto |
| Find, the genie in the bottle |
| She a model, and I can’t lose it’s the motto |