Low Rider

Lyrics

They said I wouldn't do it 'em I said "watch me" Now I'm on everybody's tongue like hot coffee There ain't a fucking rapper in the world that can stop me I'm the real legend, all of y'all is copies I spit fat bars, never spit anorexic I never spent 100k on a necklace But I'll fuck your chick and move on to the next bitch She call me daddy and you looking like a step-kid You're not much to step to You're not getting my bars, I expect you to After I'm done with ya chick, then she'll text you Man, you below me, use you as a step stool I'm at ya neck like Chloraseptic And you got strep, I'm too complex with This lyricism and imperialism is accumulating I know you been hating, but a motherfucker Super Sayan Got me rampaging, so why the fuck you debating Huh? Why the fuck you debating? I'm a master debater, scratch that masturbator If you interrupting my shit, I won't catch ya later I can run faster than a tax evader and I'm horrible at math, I always need a calculator, uh Always need a calculator Always need a calculator Uh, you won't catch me outside, 'cause it's too damn cold I'd rather bash out my eyes Then have to watch your music vids and listen to you guys, huh I know that sounds harsh, but I'm just being real that's what you wanted from the start I'm bouta tear out your heart And eat it for breakfast My necklace ain't worth shit, don't gotta protect it I been bustin' flows And poppin' ho's And bumpin' Hov I go to school so old But my chains ain't gold And my beats too bold And my soul ain't sold But I done sold some soap in like the seventh grade A lot of rappers talk all that Heaven game But I got real soul Gospel talk, I got that reverend thang I got a lot of soul so you know, I got a good work ethic I want lots and lots of money so you know I'm ethnic Im that half-brown, hash brown, ridin' round downtown With a funky sound I ain't got shooters But I got best friends And we all got talent I gotta lot of friends And we don't have malice I guess I'm a pusha Keep on pushin' Till my solar eclipse With your bitch on my lips I got girls on my cock, that's why my last name's Hitch, yuh! Rappers always talking all that devil shit But mental on a different level shit I guess rapping's always been my niche Came straight out the ditch I just came here to have fun and spread a message Came from the south side of Austin, Texas Now that's a hipster city I guess you can say I love hipster bitches and hipster titties, yuh, yuh Daddy from Houston and my momma from Philly I got culture like really, really I got culture like really, really, yeah Soul Money (Yee) Yuh Low rider I pull up in a low rider Humid out, like it's Flo Rida You got my head spinnin' round right round So come on down to the crib Lemme show you how we live Me and Joss, yea we dip, you dip, she dip, he dip, ooo Me and Joss, yea we dip, you dip, she dip, he dip, ooo, yeah Low rider I pull up in a low rider It's so fire And I never need a ghost writer Uh, this shit, it never gets old Your shit'll never be sold I'm on my heavenly flow My checks are seventy fold I'm never selling my soul 'Cause I don't have one I can live without one Tryna cop some clout, son I can't rap without some Got ya bitch wet Like Flo Rida Ooo, like Flo Rida Got ya bitch wet Like Flo Rida Ooo, like Flo Rida