Impala Lyrics

Treat the Charger like a Mazda whip outdated you drive Impala

All I know is get the guala run up a check split it up with my partners

I'm the one rapping my niggas they do the dealings

Tote he hop on the beat, it burst through the celling (yeah alright)

Slide on your block with them villains my niggas they doing them killings

Your shorty she doing my dick want me pay for her billing

Helmut Lang right on my body I mix it with Prada

Fashion on me feel like London Tipton how you broke in the crib it ain't shit to get it

I've been upping my ranks you know I won't quit it

When she throw it back told that hoe "that's the spirit"

Don't send your music lil bitch don't wanna hear it

My wife and kids bitch I'm fucking on Claire

Fruity diamonds on my neck be a pear

Why she so touchy she's loving my hair

When I hop on a beat say I sound like Symere

Bitch I cut off my friends for the money don't care nah nah

Don't send me your music it's shitty haha

Opp nigga tried to run up like Houdini wallah

Your money short like its Tata

Gen. 5 send shots through your fitted like gratata

Paid a rack got Balenci my shoes

My brother got beef in these streets so I gave him my tool

She eat up my dick like a shroom pull up to the club with no thotties I'm leaving with two

Pink in my cup like Kid buu my fetti be looking like Oswald my money is Blue

She said Ryah let me put the wap on you

Got her screaming my name sounding like chopped and screwed

(Let's throw the confetti yeah!)

(Orderly chaos coming throw confetti yeah)

(They like Ryah be the ticket I'm telling yeah)

(Bitch when I come for the throne got hysteria)

You so mad you can't hold on my bitch

Need the money I get it like this

Told that bitch that my diamonds like piss

Told that bitch that she can't give me kiss

Treat the Charger like a Mazda whip outdated you drive Impala

All I know is get the guala run up a check split it up with my partners

I'm the one rapping my niggas they do the dealings

Tote he hop on the beat, it burst through the celling (yeah alright)

Slide on your block with them villains my niggas they doing them killings

Your shorty she doing my dick want me pay for her billing

Helmut Lang right on my body I mix it with Prada

Fashion on me feel like London Tipton how you broke in the crib it ain't shit to get it

I've been upping my ranks you know I won't quit it

When she throw it back told that hoe "that's the spirit"

Don't send your music lil bitch don't wanna hear it

My wife and kids bitch I'm fucking on Claire

I'm a big dog you a puppy nobody above me

Run to money like I'm playing rugby

Man you still popping them percs?, man I swear you're a dummy

Cartier water on my wrist like Bubble guppies

Pray to my god I won't sin

Jake be Toteuzis , Lil Ryah be Finn

Don't send me your verse it get thrown in the bin

(Oh yeah) Ryah