Gold Daytonas

Lyrics

The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas Exit off from the 105 Long Beach Boulevard if you make a right (make a right) My grandma stayed just off Rosecrans If you wake up early, hit Tamale Man (Tamale) Pistol on my hip I got a hoodrat, she can strip Durag make the waves drip The Kool-Aid on the pickle like my sis This is grown shit, you a child Touch my bitch, I got violence for you Riding around, putting mileage on it Got a clean '64 with some Daytons on it (Daytons) The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas (W-A-T-R) Pushing down bullets with the bullshit .223's, MJ's and full clips (bullshit) Mama said, "Don't go outside in your new fit" Nigga, might just lose your lifе if the shoe fit They shootin' in thе streets so look both ways I just keep it honest, rappers so fake You niggas cornier than the corn lady (yeah) You niggas cheesier than my elotes Hop out to 17 and 91 Where niggas die at nineteen at 91 Live fast, they were dying young Know that first time gettin' a bag I'm finna buy me some Swapmeet, no Rolex, it's just rollie chains (damn) Or the gold rope with the nameplate We was eatin' off the same plate Hit the function bet it probably get shot up But we gon' ball away on (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas The gold Daytonas It's goin' 'round and 'round