m5 ft. Day$okee, axaero & IMIS! Lyrics

The world is yours

Trust me, you'll love it

She wanna pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me

Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93

Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key

Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me

Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties

Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes

Only Lexus if it's F with it

Cooking like a chef with it

Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit

Threesome like a turbo, it's better with a twin

I'ma line em up and roll em up over like a bowling pin

Baby rides it like a dragon don't be callin' me toothless

Blowing up, I'm fraggin', I'm ballin', I'm ruthless

Whippin M5, now don't think to turn your back to me

Sixteen and got more cheddar than a cheesecake factory

You don't want the beef, you know you can't take the creatine

Always been a chief, get more neck than a guillotine

Riding in a beemer, M5 wit the stick shift

Ruler clip talking so you better mind yo business

Pussy talk better have yo money off yo wishlist

Smoke a pack, leave yo body black, ain't no witness

Swerving lanes in L.A. with yo mistress

Body bags leave em stacked like a hit list

40 racks on the dash money spending

All intact we ain't shootin' flames we be grippin' tacs

Oh shit, yeah

Man, that's crazy

Pull up to the spot in a brand new Mercedes

Your bitch on my dick, I think you should get yo lady

I be gettin all these motherfuckin' bands on the daily, like

Hop outside the whip, M5, not an M3

With a bad lil' thotty and she all up on me

And I'm countin' up all hunnids in the back

Smokin gas with a baddie and she

Bouta give me neck, like

I be fuckin' on your daughter when she be givin' neck

I got 2 bad thots and I wanna make her dance

M5 with my clip

M5 when it spit

What the fuck are you be doin' on my shit?

With your clique

Like damn

Red dot on your head, I'm the man

Fuck this bitch with my vans with my clan

Red dot, I aim on your head

Fuck your daughter yeah, she be throw it back

Pull up to my spot, babygirl, that's fine with me

Chillin' with my homies, Souls of Mischief back in '93

Take the Beemer out, without a doubt, but we can't find the key

Four door in the city, but this biddy wanna dine with me

Mad fly with my crew, Phife in the eighties

Pick a new coupe, Audi, beemer, or Mercedes

Only Lexus if it's F with it

Cooking like a chef with it

Not doing any baking but with whips we got no deficit

You're a legend, Rainspire