Triipe
All Star
I valet my own lowrider at the lobster dinner
Ain't want them lil fukkers sittin it fukkin with my switches
Took my keys lock the shyt and went in the building
Smokin killa with the killers
Cuttin deals with the dealers
Discussing wheels with the big wheelers
They try to play you like they jokin but they dead serious
Watch them nikkas ain't even got a pop gun witcha
But you promotin them Ra-Ra lyrics
And now them Ra-Ra hittas is lookin to get witcha
Diggin in your pockets takin all your lint and your pennies
You can't keep up with the image scared to make a scheduled appearance cause
nikkas from that city talking bout kickin yo shyt in again
Gold Benz, interior like butter Timbs
BBS rims, bytch who else but him? ha
spitta lyrics are nothing but facts,,, hope dolph pulls through