Yung Joc - 500 Horses lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah boy) I walk in my garage (yeah boy) I got a lot of choices (yeah boy) Should I ride the Benz Or should I ride the Porsche Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces I need to build a stable, to hold all of my horses (yeah boy) I got 455, imagine having two Yeah, this is how it feels ridin' 500 horses I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses [Verse 1 - Yung Joc] High speed chase twelve(?) can't catch me Five hundred horses, that's a stampede Magic city ? Young, rich, and thuggin' plus the whole hood ? Pullin' off the lot lookin' like I push big block '69 Camaro 396 big block All original interior I like my sh** stock I'm the way to MLK I gotta make a pit stop Pull up to the rim shop flip flop, swag it out Porsche truck super sport, take it to my partner's house Four cups of that ocean spray, lookin like a tidal wave No leans ? check out what the title say Harley Davidson truck pullin' up I got the right of way Perforated leather smell like ? in night or day Connected all over the place, 52 United States ?, kiss my a**, ? license plate [Hook] I walk in my garage, I got a lot of choices Should I ride the Benz, or should I ride the Porsche? Ima ride the slab, cause it match my Air Forces I need to build a stable to hold all of my horses I got 455, imagine havin' two, yeah This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses I can't hear the music, the pipe's too noisy This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses [Verse 2 - Yung Ralph] I got 500 horses, the whip got me giddyup 30 inch rims ? Where your top go? Man I had to get rid of her Take your shoes off baby doll before you sit in here Boom, then we gone, bout 150 m-p-h Pullin out the old school, just so I can see 'em hate Runnin through the city lights, watchin' for the city cops Got these people breakin they neck to see my diddy bop Could've had the 'maro but I'm always in the Challengers 10 stacks to race, do I have any challengers? Wet like a ?, 500 horses, that's 500 W's, I'm rackin' up on pink slips [Hook] [Verse 3 - Big A] You can tell them little ponies I got 500 horses And when it come to hoes I got like 500 choices Motor keyed up, beat turned up loud Lean in my cup, yeah the kush bag loud Ran up my check, old school back in the shop again Call momma candy tell 'em go back in my block again Ooh, look I'm peelin out, lookin' like a star Hit the club racked up, I might just buy the bar Turbo twin pipe, hit the gas I'm on that fast sh** Money, money, money, money, all about that cash sh** Old schools, new schools, Lambos, Porsches This is how it feels ridin' 500 horses [Hook]