Hype Shit
You like classics well I'll stock that ass
Wit a 454 hypo nitro hooked through the trunk
I'm a flowmaster monk you'll get smobbed on
I'll smoke that ass like skunk. You better
Rotate them drums locate that hum
No alignment
My rhymes remind me of ya suspension
Off to the left section off the strip.
Let's strike a got a 7 deuce mali with sauce
Brandy wine gloss releighs edelbrock manifold
Header chrome kit, aluminum tips and I'm
Assumin he'll slip and want to race me
For some scratch. I'll hook em in and pretend
My shit ain't tight. Let him bite then suck his ass
At the light - red light, smash - green light,
I lit up a lotta stares, now he wanna fight,
Nigga swing ya shit, I gets up outta there
Just me & him on the B & M shift kit from a rich b-,
You wanna ride, unlock the shicks on tha cock,
I'm smockin engine blocks overheatin oil level
Rebels cause I'm rollin in hype shit.
High speed chase down 280, I'm
Lookin at my oil gauge &
It read "you can't fade me." I'm floatin
Through traffic
Laughin 'n' shit but I wasn't trippin cause I had a gat
Wit a clip under the seat, then I heard the loud speaker
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