N Da Mix

Put a dub in my tank, sit in my cup with some drank

Pump gas, chicks goose and get a hug, thanks

Juice music crank, cause we put in work Pull up out the BP, the ab I go first

Seein' niggas outside, posted up by they racks Twelve rollin' down the street, steel glocks

on our side We out our mind high, chicks laughin' and lunchin

Gigglin' and shit, knowin' they box gettin' punished

Everything we fresh, we rockin', presidents would be clockin

Pullin' knots out our pocket, bitches stay jocking

Shawty walkin' down the street, lookin' all sweet

Fantasizin', I walked up and booked in her cheeks