The Impaler

Hold up, hop out, Impala I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller Ho still love me and I don't call her (gyro, さよなら) Freak-ass bitch, you don't got no father (Hold on, hold on, hold on) Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah Servin' that shit like crack, yeah We get high, get fat, yeah Lil' Hitech in the back No, I can't pull up without my strap No, I can't pull up without my slatt No, I can't pull up without my strap No, I can't pull up without my slatt Yeah, celebrate, touchdown I had told that lil' ho, "Get the fuck 'round" You get stretched, ah, get down You better get down, better get down 5.6, up the .45, six round Groupie hoes gon' drink my kids now So up, I don't even wanna look down, hold up So up, I don't even wanna look down, yeah I had to put my foot down, yeah Hoes like fish on the hook now, uh I was never playin' by the book, don't give a fuck Let me know, we can take that shit up We got hella TECs and they tucked We got hella shit in the tuc We got hella shit in this truck Hold up, hop out, Impala I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller Ho still love me and I don't call her Freak-ass bitch, you don't got no father Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah Servin' that shit like crack, yeah We get high, get fat, yeah Lil' Hitech in the back No, I can't pull up without my strap No, I can't pull up without my slatt No, I can't pull up without my strap No, I can't pull up without my slatt