would run out of gas, got out the car

we were getting lunch at 1:30And now it's 2:29It's

Verse 1:These women go nuts like some cashew fiendsFor a tattoo

baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all

pour me up a double shot of whiskeyThey know me

his bluff and he died in vainHellfire is a

angels, duckin’ from dangerI feel like the blue power

wake up every SaturdayMake my bedBless the streetsWorking 9 to

Part I: 16 fifteen, the innocence was gone astrayHad

start it from the Drip, SplashDrip, Drip, SplashDrip, Drip,

'em rest in pain and long live the gangAll that

1: so drunk, he hit his head on the

live forever (Yeah)Foot on the gas, heyNow, don't it? Ain't

they talking about me, again?I like, anime, cartoons, and nothing

on the gas, out on the roadGoin' for

can’t remember my own dreamI can’t remember my own dreamI

Jeff GordonRide around and we scorchingJeff Gordon flexing so many

1: many that are built like meI'm the last

down this old dirt roadHow far does it go?Should've brought

is how it feels to have a winning streak,