[Hook] I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
[Verse 1] I'm border, grit on that killer They call it Front Street, nobody know about it He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight You see him post up in the cut, how many? I ain't servin' nothin' but good products I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin'', nothin' but pain Keep the Cheverolet funked out I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out I come through, tear that thang up Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines Mr. F.F., I'ma stay bright everytime
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line Over time, like Denteal, seein' green with the grill Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild
It's everyday like the clock tick Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material Workin' the original interial I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk I step on stage and get the whole place crunk Always garuntee freind-shh y'all You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all Yes sir, hold o
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[Hook] I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
[Verse 1] I'm border, grit on that killer They call it Front Street, nobody know about it He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight You see him post up in the cut, how many? I ain't servin' nothin' but good products I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin'', nothin' but pain Keep the Cheverolet funked out I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out I come through, tear that thang up Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines Mr. F.F., I'ma stay bright everytime
[Hook]
[Verse 2] Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line Over time, like Denteal, seein' green with the grill Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild
It's everyday like the clock tick Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material Workin' the original interial I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk I step on stage and get the whole place crunk Always garuntee freind-shh y'all You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all Yes sir, hold o
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