I can't do vouchin' (Pyoom) I can't do vouchin' I can't do vouchin' (Fssh) I can't do vouchin' Gen5 stock clip in my Melrose Choppers in them hotties, we be strikin' out 'em charros Soon as we get the footage from my akh at the Valero Postin' close friends only, blockin' thotties and the weirdos No furniture inside my slap box, this some silk Dracs Two AK47s, nine Glock in a milk crate Three-sixty cam inside of the coupe, feel like Edub New GLE 63, welcome to the glee club That's pretty much the size of it, twenty grits for nine hundred Fuck your bitch, embarrass some, brodie call it free pub-blicity Sold everything that you could think of Them niggas ain't no hitters, just a bunch of petty street thugs Sold so many tangerines that I got peach fuzz Now we pushin' Bentley GTs with the mink rugs Four Cubans, know I had to Louis V the hoodie My youngin' move the pack faster than a speedin' bullet Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner Fssh, I'm talkin' Flash Gordon Down the way, sold a thousand blues at the Sonic Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it It's why they call me Lego They know I keep that A1 hot sauce and 'ayo Lot of dollars, bustin' U-ies on that one-way dead-end block With ninety thousand in my Ksubis, pushing 'caine like a cripple Before I caught the wave from the ripple Just know before the pain comes the drizzle Switchin' lanes in a rental, let my pits off the chain from the kennel Slidin' with this mini Drac', that's a spindle Eye-to-eye with the stove, hot plate and my utensils Whole thang on the menu, know that flame been rekindled Off of Plainview and Kindle Rollie fully bang, came from playing with the Brenda A nigga play with James, blow his brains on the window Twenty-eight, five-four, pancake in the McGriddle On the late night show, no thanks to Jimmy Kimmel Comin' up on ninety-four, tailgating for them scribbles Mama raised a drug zone hellraiser from McNichols Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers All of these ice 'bows, it's finna be a cold summer Running through them racks quicker than a roadrunner Fssh, I'm talkin' Flash Gordon Down the way, sold a thousand blues at the Sonic Pyoom, Speedy Gonzales We shake the bag, record timin', do the most numbers, let's get it