Lowrider

I said my youngin be ready to up it he walk with a limp when he tuck it

Barrel so big that the front like a trumpet mind goneee only thinking destruction

Headshot, now the brain next to your body close range, disgusting

Niggas switched had to get accustomed switch for the blick

And that shit is a custom

Plotting on my demise when my eyes on the prize

And my hands on her thighs (I said)

I can tell by they looks and be peeping the vibes

Talk of the town then I'm hawking them down 10 years

Plus I been torching the sounds

Niggas be cap they ain't really my rounds

Let off a cap now his mom wearing gowns haan