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Creme de la creme, homie, top shelf you know I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low Down low, down low, down low, I like my top let back Let back, let back, let back let back, let back Hook I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black Verse 1 I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fucking wit me You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches I'm a known drug dealer I always have 50's And the thugs and the killers was all in class wit me SS'S on 26's watching some television Shorty I'm never slipping got the Beretta in vision And ready to pop the clip in, ready to get to tripping Ready to show these folks a celebrity pistol whipping Pimp stole the automobile and the roof for the tag missing Polices' try to pursue me it's nothing but gas given Addicted to fast living, guess I'm one of my dad's children Think I'm bad now, you should've seen me before I had children Give dick to your daddy's daughter and dare her to have children Hope he got some insurance cause death her ass is enduring Kill her in Mississippi and drive her ass to Missouri Still my wet paint drippin' while I'm woodgrain gripping Hook I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black Verse 2 I got this Pimp Squad Click, I know you heard about us Young niggas filthy rich and we ain't worried about much On this Glock I clutch, In God I trust If a fuck nigga start, bet his heart I bust Got your partners and the broad in your car fucked up What, you're under estimation thought a star wouldn't bust I got the heart and the guts on this purp I blow Move 10 bricks daily trying to twerk 5 mo' Ya see the Cadillac swerving down Hollywood Road On the fliest Spur in Cali fucking Hollywood Ho's On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro Bumping Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo' Other rappers' old news, told dudes I'ma pro With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter brick of blow Hey nigga don't you hit me less you buying 6 or mo My 24 blades glistening and my 808 kicking Hook I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black Verse 3 I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em 'Fore I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailing I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the Chevy And now we riding Giovanni's and Asani's on Pirellis If you ever think of trying to run up on me just forget it The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shredded Pistol way in the truck got my knife on tuck You think he ain't getting stuck, you got life fucked up A couple stitches in ya hip will have your night fucked up Will he live Will he die Guess he might luck up Meanwhile, I'm racing my Ferrari like a light for a buck Against Lamborghini Gallardos every time I get a car Hook I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back You like your Kenwood hot and your top let back If your rims sit high and your windows pitch black