YM Motors

You're a genius Back to the spot smoked out that's how you find me We clouds around me, bad bitch on side me Say she wearing shades so she could watch her niggas shine Bottom bitch come out on top, cause she really riding Know them tires sliding, fast as thing in the parking lot That's my mama, not gon' get inside it Wave bye to your partners, windows clean and back I only tended my silver Bentley that came with the driver Bank is the crib, ran through hella bitches in there Walk and shower, try to be low key But they get smashed too good Causing customers and you, you hear me You're out there keeping vol Why am I watc This is not your party At least you put it in the car then Yeah, fuck Say yo, say yo Daytime Lights on K-A-M frontin' but you love it I don't have bitch, I'm high when I'm in public Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin' This is nothing really, you should see me sun I'm from New Orleans love, you know how I'm comin' Hop up that impala, left the mold of wonder Them out there homeless front that's throwin' They ain't gon' touch it, spill the way you're done Fittin' to me the money I come through in that red truck, everybody hungry I be tryin' to keep it low, but the streets be t Remember that, alright? Those sides never told y'all not What should it take on it? As we seen like 50 car vets slide through Countless motorbikes and a couple of exotics out here Chop top, seat 10 pickup trucks and I don't know bro, I'm flattered, I can't believe it We in the East, And that's real, the door, the TV Cut We got Pete That's what he talked to One, two, three, four, five Babe hold on, push a button for that to come up, babe