[Intro]
[Hook:]
Nights like This I Wish
To ride Low In The chevy hit a switch
In the city burning k**er with a b**h
Mirror mirror on the wall call me the sh** [x2]
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
I'm
Creeping up on ya' bending corners
That reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
But we keep it on us
n***as is no longer important
You had your moment
But we still smoking
Season is open on duck a** n***as who don't know what the code is
If the g's brung' you up then you would have known this
Now witness the coldest
Now I'm rolling my own sh**
Ownership, owning this, owning that
Park them cars in the back cause them hoes know your whip
Identified by what you drive
The streets don't have a face but it has ears and eyes
And sharp muhfuking teeth it will eat your a** alive
Living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
This game is a b**h the only one I love
[Verse 2 - Rich Boy:]
Yup, yup. I'm in a stupid clean Chevy, whole top gla**ed out
Me & Spitta hopped off in a super sport & smashed out
Catch me on the next flight, high, living that Jet Life
My pockets got an appetite that make the p**y pop tonight
Loud pack bought a pound at the Jet Lounge
Hater running all about my trunk shaking the whole ground
I'm in the city, burning k**a with a b**h
Drop the top & make a wish, roll it up & get them chips
Big wheels, deep dish, painted with the chrome lip
Purple, what I pour sip, shake that a** & make it flip
Wasn't for them dollars, big paper, burning wheels
She took it all off, everything except them heels
I got a pint & I'm bout to pop the seal off it
She like that action, I'm a pa** around & let her toss it
Now what you know about the cla**ics with the motor in it?
454's, Superchargers with rubber spinning
Pimp tight, dirty Sprite, LED headlights
The way she bounce it up & down, be outta sight
Burning paper, back to back, on that foreign smoke
We taking off, so take a seat, now have a toast
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm a ball & I'm a score
I'm a get that dough & after that I'm a f** a ho
Put me in the game, let me show you how to do this sh**
Diamonds gripping up against wheel when I hit the strip [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Tiny C:]
Uh, Oh Gees n***as ain't f**ing With My Team
I made It past 25 so I'm a OG
Once I Clear a Million Dollars I'm Pa** The Blow the Whole P
Ridin' Brand New Seats still covered in Plastic
Rims with the beat I call that a Mix and Master
Closer too my dreams when they come to getting Gwopale
Bet that I throw it, you can hear me from a block away
4-12's in the trunk, got the chevy beating stupid
Thinking should I Four door it today or should I coupé it
New or old school it
The Homies in the Hood say I be fooling
Three Eighty Three stroker on gangsters I be moving
Posi-Pazzi in the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
Pull up on me at the Lights and you gone take a Loss
Cause where I come from its Survival of the Fittest
Long Beach, East Side all I move with is Hittas
[Hook]