Impala Lyrics

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though

I been gone a month so where yo ends go

Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke

Won't come back broke

I used to want an impala and not then benz though

All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though

Baby I do dance it's to my own beat

Say you love me to death well come show me

Still livin yo life like its some rules to it

Im gettin top wit ice cause baby into it

She just wanna keep me happy I want the same thang

Check my pinky ring

Pour the poison to make a ugly bitch turn bad

Not for me but my mans he a hit that

Won't pop no percs but the blonde got some up in her bag

Im stayin clean you got tequila I'll tip that

I feel better on trips so ima spend some

Aint do my taxes but i got income

I aint trickin on you baby that is not a given

Aint took a flight in a month and now my body itchin

Ima a real runner I'm a real bro

Sprinkled coffee on fake money and made more

Then I picked up a cam and got a real glow

Watch me do my dance and let the hood know

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though

I been gone a month so where yo ends go

Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke

Won't come back broke

I used to want an impala and not then benz though

All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though

Baby I do dance it's to my own beat

Say you love me to death well come show me

It's 730 get up, girl wassup, aye where yo blouse at

Like you don't got somewhere to be like where yo house at

Come on give me a line to the farm your daddy own

Call up Twuan and we can get last ones gone

Im a hustle, fast slow

Instead of hating take a method ya cash a grow

When I was down on my ass they aint all act right

Have yo way with her friends and its a fast life

Now I make plays on any game tho

And I get paid like it's a cheat code

Take L's you bounce back today

Can't win if you ain't in the game

Im still here giggin I gotta thank lord

My right hand switched never seen him before

Stick to the plan don't gotta abort

If they letting niggas in we kicking the door

Hit the road with a shorty I'm in the wind though

I been gone a month so where yo ends go

Bet the house on me baby thats not a joke

Won't come back broke

I used to want an impala and not then benz though

All the pretty girls holler I aint they man they though

Baby I do dance it's to my own beat

Say you love me to death well come show me