hit ayy are u bitch niggas serious im quick on track like fast and the furious (chorus) im on a shoppin spree(6) (gucci mane) chevy to a chevy chevy
hoochies dont faze me i take two steps back and release myself to put platinum and gold on a record shelf i dont brag but i tellem like it straight up
the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. Niggas dont stop. Niggas
pounds from him, we broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue
see me fall. Motherfucker I know (I know) These niggas are trying to give me hell. These niggas want me to fail. Motherfucker I know (I know) These niggas dont
street im from the gutta when we find one meal we feed each other so you cant knock my hustle (look) [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Crank up my chevy (chevy
Chevy please let me roll this weed up The the main event so watch people pull they seats up Bottle of some gin lets just hit a couple freaks up Ima
faint we aint shootin nothin but k's a leave you stank sell dope he cant sell weed you aint and i dont give a motherfuck what yall think we ride them chevy
10 Bitch Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that ATL hoe Who gives a fuck where you from I'm from that DC Bitch Who gives a fuck where you from
drop a busta A playa hatin' nigga or a crooked cop Run up If ya wanna It aint no thang I put my gun up Midnight to sun up Still break you manne
7 pounds from him he broke em all down and we all got high and niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue
(Chorus)X2 Girl u makin all that money dont let nobody treat u treat u. You makin all that money dont let nobody treat u treat u. (Verse 1) Booty club
bread about this bitch I think my penpal is my pencil I got led up out this bitch Take your bitch up out this bitch then put her bitch on top ur bitch Then give
some grip with my dope ass lyrics stacking up a platefull like regular, and just then my homie bones hits me up I'ma cellular feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass up and hook it on up
18 years have come and gone, for momma they flew by but for me they drug on and on. we were loading up that chevy both trying not to cry, momma kept on
up to seminole this for my dawgs west orange county) this for the 4 0 7 the 4 0 7 VERSE 1 (JON YOUNG): crank up the chevy baby gotta hit the block
drop them grands, they have them fittin' now niggas wanna come get me. lipstick rims like them ? by a lesi/ but its something bout a chevy, when I give
days. Murderous ways. Leavin me shakin in the days. Comotose, completely tore up. Nerves be so bad I throw up. Im bout to blow up. In a rage, I need to