S CLASS

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in a beam without the tags
No S Class
That’s a brag
E30 in that bitch I floor the gas
That’s my brother, he don’t slide without the mask naw

New lil mama and she like to ride it fast
(She like my twin)
She like my twin
'Bout her paper
'Bout her stacks
New lil ‘cedes, but she got the S Class
Need somebody that could multiply and add now

[HOOK]

(All my girls get down on the floor, on the floor)
She 'bout her bag
(All my girls get down on the floor, on the floor)
She chase a stack
(All my girls get down drop it low, drop it low)
She ‘bout her bag
(All my girls get down on the floor, on the floor)
She chasing stacks

I’m with it, you with it
Five pеrcentage on the tintagе
Got mirrored c’s on her titties
But the double D's ain’t printed

Watch how I turn this band to a coupe
Yeah these hundreds all new
If you a bad bitch with a down South ass
Can I hit it from the back like ooh?

Hit my dance, right hip got a tool
Left hip got a real bad chick
I can tell that she come from the boot
Third line, got a real bad itch
Put a Prius car on my tooth

Saint here in a mink, all blue
Jimmy got a lot to prove
So ima let my dawg loose
Nothing else that I can do
‘cept spin the car when he shoot

Tired of regular news
Drip or drown this a pool
Drip or drown this a cruise
We was tired of hiding the truth
Best in the G and the screw
Best in the G and the screw

Niggas getting cozy, they way too cozy
Slipping like they know me but they don’t know me
Mamba mental Kobe
No beef no Kobe yeah
This the new not old me
So you don’t know-