(That's my nigga Haydxn)
(Uh', uh', uh')
(Yuh')
(Yah', Yeah)
In the foreign, blowing gas pack geeked up
Ride around my town, with that pole, I keep my Nina
Really cold outside, so I gotta keep that heater
Puffin' on that za', now my coat smelling like reefer
Looking for that bag, hadda' run it like a cheeta
Run up on my gang, choppa' eat em' like a pizza
Its 200 on that dash, when we slidin' in the beamer'
These niggas dropping disses, they be ass, I don't peep yuh
No you not my gang, no you not one of my people
We gon' pull up to his crib, choppa' blast right thru' the peephole (yuh)
Bitch im doing my thang', why the f*ck ya'll hating on me for?
And this bitch call me a prod, cause' the way I beat, I ain't talking beats tho'
In the foreign, blowing gas pack geeked up
Ride around my town, with that pole, I keep my Nina
Really cold outside, so I gotta keep that heater
(Uh', uh', uh')
(Yuh')
(Yah', Yeah)