¶ Throwbacks, throwand slowwraps ¶
¶ And them candy lacks with the trunk * ¶
¶ Tell me how you look at ¶
¶ Throwbacks, throwand slowwraps ¶
¶ And them candy lacks with the trunk * ¶
¶ Tell me how you look at ¶
¶ Throwbacks, throwand slowwraps ¶
¶ And them candy lacks with the trunk * ¶
¶ Tell me how you look at ¶
¶ Throwbacks, throw ¶
¶ And them candy lacks with the trunk * ¶
¶ Tell me how you look at ¶
¶ Hundred thousand off the dope there ¶
¶ I sold that there ¶
¶ Hydro wheat and Purple hay ¶
I blow that down
I run to a brick, I need my cash, dawg, you owe that down
He just got paid last week, dawg, and I know that down
Spree wells on Escalade trucks, I flip that down
Pimenta Z and Styrofoam cups, I sip that down
The new lenses off the showroom, I done bought that down
Been selling the charts, I done had plans, I done bought that down
Candy paint on the Jaguar, I done sprayed that down
Just copped a home in Sugarland, nigga, I done laid that down
Ounces of coke at the Young Age, I done weighed that down
The game, you tryna play with me, boy, I done played that down
Jazzy hoes in a strip club, they done shake that down
Get caught slippin' with that work, nigga, I'm gonna take that down
Ten million in my purse, I'm tryna make that down
All them records, yeah, they broke, I'm bout to break that down
Throwbacks and slowraps and them candy lacks with the Trump *
Tell me how you know that
Throwbacks and slowraps and them candy lacks with the Trump *
Tell me how you know that
Throwbacks
No lax and slow raps and the candy lax with the trunk crack
Tell me how you good at it
No lax and slow raps and the candy lax with the trunk crack
Tell me how you good at it
Fuckin' hoes with no cum, I cannot do that style
Cause I feel my life's too precious, don't wanna lose that style
Jazzy broads and flashy broads, playa, I keep that style
And all them bricks on the herds you can stoke, nigga, I need that style
Misperception, principles, playa, I got that style
You see that brand new candy coupe, nigga, I done dropped that style
Water blowin' to the dome, nigga, I done blew that style
If the music lit too fast for you, then screw that style
I'm a Southwest gorilla and I mean that style
You talk about the head bustin', but I done seen that style
Movin' bricks on the block, nigga, I done that style
You need to vacate from my corner, cause I run that style
Little Cisco is my name, nigga, I said that style
And all them blocks you say you lead, nigga, I bled that style
ABC mean all about you
Too cash, nigga, I quote that down
Slow fax and slow fax, playa, I wrote that down
Slow fax and slow raps and some candy lax
With the trunk rack, tell me how you know that
Slow fax and slow raps and some candy lax
With the trunk rack, tell me how you know that
Slow fax and slow raps and some candy lax
With the trunk rack, tell me how you know that
Slow fax and slow raps and some candy lax
With the trunk rack, tell me how you know that
Throwbacks and slow raps in the Cadillacs with the trunk crack
Tell me how you know that
Throwbacks and slow raps in the Cadillacs with the trunk crack
Tell me how you know that
Throwbacks and slow raps in the Cadillacs with the trunk crack
Tell me how you know that
Throwbacks and slow raps in the Cadillacs with the trunk crack
Tell me how you know that
Already, baby, 03 all the way to the 04, you know what I'm sayin'?
That boy, Little Sisko in the motherfuckin' high, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kickin' with that down for whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-huh, Southwest Spice Lane, Braeswood, huh?
Already, huh?
What's up, E? Huh? What up, J?
Great, huh?