I'm in the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the health
Chopper in the trunk, .45 for the belt
Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt
Live for your kids, die for yourself
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth
Peas on the block, pies on the shelf
If I ain't in the back of the 'Bach, I ain't in nothing else
Haha, I'm something else
The Impala he's in when headed down south
The truck full of models in thongs
The Testarossa that he wears his goggles in
Somethin that cost more than 100
The Jeep with the 20's
mind you, these are just the whips he name dropped on "Holla at me"
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