Classical

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Lowkey riding
Everybody looking at me, guess what's inside
A whole lotta cash stashed inside my ride
Pop the clip and slip if a nigga wanna ride
Tell her that it's going down on my side of town
Where it's [?] where it's going down
Man they know me now, throwing cash on me now
Gon' [?] a nigga 'cause I'm straight [?]
And I'm rolling like a motherfucking joint
12 blunts to the head got him acting hard
UZI hit his chest and tear his bones apart
Soulja Tell 'Em in this bitch I'm 'bout to [?]
Yeah I'm going hard, going fucking dumb
[?] beat the motherfucking boss dog
And a nigga fucking riding with my clique man
Droptop in my Hummer with a switchblade
These beats riding lowkey, solo
I know that these police on me, fo' sho' though
You already know though, I'm in a scraper
Riding down 75, getting paper
Riding lowkey, solo
I know that these police want me, fo' sho' though
Riding but they know though, I'm in a scraper
Riding I-75, man I'm getting paper

[Verse 2: Lil B]
What I do, why they watch me?
Why they follow, why they copy?
Riding slow-mo, under
The cops behind me, what they want from, a young nigga?
I'm just tryna do, what I want
Stunt with my crew
With my niggas, getting paid
Move mom, across the lake
These niggas hate, wanna see me dead
That's why I got my partners, got the infrared
Red beam, green bean, ching-ching, ching, ching, ching
I live, like I wanna, like I gotta, just do what I wanna, what I gotta
Riding solo, rolling blunts to the brain, slow-mo
Scraper, scraper
Reminiscing, scraper
Smoking this blunt, riding
Reminiscing on life, scraper
Riding, slow-mo
Lowkey, rolling solo
You know me, rolling solo
Police want us, fo' sho' though
Shouts out Soulja
Counting dolo, solo
Swag, rolling blunts to the head
Rolling blunts to the brain
Slow-mo, to the brain
Fo' sho' though
P.B.M, that's fo' sho' though
33rd floor you feel me?
Top floor, sitting real high
Fo' sho' though