Yeah, Kane Train Baby
Swimming in this bitch
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pulling stunts in my GTR
1990 Dolomite in my momma VCR
I'm in Miami found? Keisha and Tiara
I keep my foreign parked on Beat Street with somebody daughter
Chipping of the block your whole background Photoshopped
Pulled up in a drop I got more choppers than Robocop
Trying to see if I'ma bust a play on your hoe or not
'Cause last time I beat she was like
Loud pipes, big rims, whoadie that's my lifestyle
I still neglect hoes, prestos off white now
Same nigga, different rank
Bird whipping, kitchen stank
Dropped it off the top, boy I be kicking shit like Billy Blanks
City didn't clean, I might do white stuff like Billy hoe
She gave the pussy up in a sleepover that's a give and go
She gave the kitty cat to my nigga, now that's an alley-oop
Within a year or two dumb ball player gon marry you
Y'all can have her though
Kane train baby
Uh, I skipped the college, split the collards
Big as Christopher Wallace, rims is polished
Seat dirty, pushed the mileage, pulled the collars
Not as cool as the Fonz in impalas, but more brolic
Call it how I see it, who want it, that knock chompers
That long smoke holders, straight bonkers, all knockers
Your chick got shot to the vodka, on like oppers for the doctor
I fix you up proper no better offer
I got a lab in the office where I would?
The kinda shit I chef is hell, I making that soul darker
See all you get is that raw from here
I got the fiends in party like
Shit we fucking dumbin' now
Brought cousins out from every route
Looking at the amount before we bounce (the next day!)
I got the smoke clouds thick in the club
Back to the house, fucking with somebody's spouse
Eat breakfast and then I'm out
Good looking out for the? Though
Doc know, MadGibbs
