Lil O The Impaler

Hold up, hop out, Impala

I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller

Hoe still love me and I don't call her (gyro, sayonara)

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

I can't pull up without my slatt

I can't pull up without my strap

I can't pull up without my slatt

Yeah, celebrate, touchdown

I had told that lil' hoe, "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 piss 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, uh

Hoes like fish on the hook now, uh

I was never playin' by the book, the fuck

Let me know, we can take that shit up

We got hella TECs and they tucked

We got hella shit and they tucked

We got hella shit in this truck

Hold up, hop out, Impala

I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller

Hoe 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

I can't pull up without my slatt

I can't pull up without my strap

I can't pull up without my slatt