Impala

Lyrics

[Intro] (And now for something completely different) Ayy, Bill Ayy, Bill Ayy, Bill Grab my phone for me Nev-never mind, I got it, I got it, I got it... Ah, you bitch nigga [Verse 1: T.F.] (Ah, oh) We're the trap gods We've been trapped in, so we trap hard We in the residentials in them fast cars It's like Kentucky Derby how we spin the block I'm far from the concrete, but I'm still a gymnast It's the street Olympics how we flipping blocks I'm still a little nigga with a mini shot We catch the biggest bodies You was talking brazy, you was talking cray I stopped the conversation like a semi-colon Big dog nеver had a collar Big dog never had a problеm Two bad bitches, nigga lesbianas In the third [?] like it's Benihana's (Ah) Shit jumping like an old school Impala (Ah) I'm talking big money, nigga, dolla, dolla Let the chopper talk, nigga, yada, yada Run through big bucks nigga like I'm Giannis Thug life, on my outlaw like I'm Pac partners [Verse 2: Flee Lord] Got [?] arms and short pockets We the Lord Mob, pussy boy, stop it Five million, that's all profit They done locked up the doors, now we're mall shopping I could tighten up my braids, dust off this page Before I light up that stage, fuck the cops and the cage Just to get you in on the steak fajita Now my nigga broke and he got the fever If he lookin' like he got a nickel We just gon' tie his mother fucking feet up (Got him) If I ain't strapped and my wodies is On top of the pack, that's a lonely biz Yeah, my young homie he gon' go for his Win five rings like Kobe did Exposing all the fraud niggas Throwing salt off, the lord giveth How the fuck you got your handout When you wasn't out selling raw with us? Eating dinner on the block, skimmer in my sock Fuck your vibes, nigga, know my bop I ain't bragging, but I really got a lot Went and bought a mansion, nigga, fuck your plots (Facts) Mother, fuck your raps (Fuck 'em) Yeah, I heard you rap Yeah, that type shit, ain't no coming back Don't extend your arm for no fucking dap I'm the people's champ, I'm just stating facts Living proof, not for the 'Gram And I got it on me don't fuck around I'll leave you right where you stand Killa