�Coming down ready, sitting fat on crawlBig body bands, all the Fleetwood brightBitches steady playin' on my Bronco 420 inches on the 4s on everything that we ownComing down ready, sitting fat on crawlBig body bands, all the Fleetwood brightBitches steady playin' on my Bronco 4Blazin' up the indoor for all my G's that's goneComing down ready, pushin' side to sideI floss the candy, never gave you what the buck insideSeen this, seen this right wide, watch the wood grain guideTV's fallin' from the sky, girls, girls wanna rideI represent for my size, and all the homies that dieStraight from the streets, we bring the heat, third, third coast rideWhy you lookin' surprised, you see them screams and the vibeShe say she love my tiny ride, rubbin', rubbin' her thighAnd I'ma shake with the rocks, it don't spin nothin' on my seatIn Lafayette, at the group, they got them free for the weekThere's plenty girls in the lounge, and I just take you a peekI got the bourbon with the stout, I tune the, tune the freak neckThey all digLast night, I was ridin' and pinnin' up the streetsWe creeped the wheel, we always clipped for the food that peepIt's 2020, and it's twistin' on the road, a Jeep with chromeWreckin' your dome, pumpin' on the zoneZone, zone, we roam Capone styleLunch, lunch meetings on the plane, we just eye-eye-lingBut wild and smiley, front four won't gleanWatch your eyes, bling, bling, you ready to wreck the sceneMillion-dollar-figure niggas with the scratch to winWe hit the casino fifty-dirty, bound, bound to winTwo old niggas dumpin' money in the back of a binSippin' Yak Cone, steppin', boy, they done it againComin', comin' down reggae, sittin' fat on crimeBig body bands on a Fleetwood brandBitches, bitches steady playin' on my Bronco phoneTwenty inches on them phones on everything that we ownComin', comin' down reggae, sittin' fat on crimeBig body bands on a Fleetwood brandBig body bands on a Fleetwood brandBitches steady playin' on my Bronco phoneBlazin' up the endo for I'm a Jesus GodBoppa sleepin' my game, fiendin' for fameScreamin' my name, we'll leave, leavin' the stainBreakin' the chain, swervin', tippin' the laneIn my hubby, flippin', grippin' the grainCatch me on the third coast, patrollin' the footReady to scorch the boulevard, rollin' the pointHoldin' the course, the king is steady steppin' on meHoldin' the course, the king is steady steppin' on meHoldin' the course, the king is steady steppin' on meOop the veal with the grill, reckon no fourBitches throwin' me to pussy, you molestin' these hoesAnd when I see you at the club, I'm disrespectin' you hoesNo, no, for sure, see no, at the top, y'allHit the switches for the bitches, my niggas, and let the drive plowNow who the hell comin' down callin' shots like thatAnd how the hell them niggas make the swat swat like thatPopped up on the wrist, dot like, dot like thatYou ain't know nobody, boys block, block like thatHit the strippin' box, block like thatBust a unit, trunk a trunk on nine.Nine, nine, and China, China's in big, in big shot.Wide body, V12, bleed on, bleed on fours.Rocks glaring, glaring, glaring, watch your G get choked.Bendin' corners under 10, don't I, don't I flight.Enough ice to fight the, fight the, get your ass frostbite.Fully loaded, heat totals, fast under the flow hat.Couldn't pitch your head, shining close up with a coat hat.Before you suckers talkin' down, I know you soft as a cushion.Watch the 20 inches spinnin' on the Bentley, I'm pushin'.So when the screens fall down in the lake like that.Remember to buy them big shots, correct the wreck like that.Comin' down ready, sittin' fat on crime.Big body bears on a Fleetwood Bride.Bitches steady prayin' on my Bronco 5.20 inches on the phone, on everything that we are.Comin', comin' down ready, sittin' fat on crime.Big body bears on a Fleetwood Bride.Bitches steady prayin' on my Bronco 5.Blazin' up the end of our, I'ma cheat this guy.Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey!