If it ain't a chevy don't raise it up

And if it ain't the kush don't blaze it up

I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie now they fake as f**k
But look I was in the fo' with my crew tiny cobby on the ten
Getting high with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me play it cool there go johnny
As soon as I could say it I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't working
Doing 50 on the ramp had to brace the swerve and

Much to my surprise

We ain't even crashing ain't nobody died

But we burnt rubber from the side

Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side

F**k it GPS the body shop

This type of shit happen all the f**king time cause

All I do is bounce in my low low

Hittin' corners nigga I'm solo

Got the burner in the low low

Damn nigga there go po po

Pops used to have the low low

I was little in a low low

You know I got it for the low low

You know I get it for the low low
Let's get high bitch in my damu ride
On my momma I'm on one hitting that side to side
Bitch wrapped a flag round the pistol the rag sit awkward
Hop out shwanging sag show my boxers
Belt 1250 robins no dickie
Dice gang feely school 'em like tee cee
R mothaf**k a rumor last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a globetrotter
Six fo six tre impala

Bend the corner three wheeling scrape the bottom
Front back pancake f**k what a man say
Pull up on your hood day and park it on your landscape

All I do is bounce in my low low

Hittin' corners nigga I'm solo

Got the burner in the low low

Damn nigga there go po po

Pops used to have the low low

I was little in a low low

You know I got it for the low low

You know I get it for the low low