Kasinova The Don - Chevys On The Low lyrics

[Hook: ??] Yeahh If you know you love that Then uh Come on clap (x6) I make it rain 10 stacks, baby make that a** clap Make it clap (x3) You know we drivin' them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) Them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) [Verse 1: Kasinova Tha Don] n***a lock me up And throw away the key It's crazy how they did the homie T.I., P Stray strapped, f** 'em all Watch them scream in terror Motherf**ers see yo' face when they look in the mirror We went from bats to MACs From hoochies to Cadillacs To heavy artillery, heavy weapons, we all strapped Pop yo melon, you yellin' Visit mysterious places Villain demons, you screamin' Seeing these furious faces Like Makaveli I'mma bomb first Private calls On this telly, it's time to put in work Even Obama got his mind on the Dirty South And Hillary taking chances just to take him out Maaan It's time for the grand finale I'm still flossing Balling in my Tintinalli You know we tossin' Easily Give me the keys to my Lambourghini 95 high, po-po never see me [Hook: ??] Yeahh If you know you love that Then uh Come on clap (x6) I make it rain 10 stacks, baby make that a** clap Make it clap (x3) You know we drivin' them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) Them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) [Verse 2: ???] [Hook: ??] Yeahh If you know you love that Then uh Come on clap (x6) I make it rain 10 stacks, baby make that a** clap Make it clap (x3) You know we drivin' them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) Them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) [Verse 3: K. Prince] Collecting loot off the booth Got my troops in black coupes Invading small towns, scar-heads and Timb Boots Chevy riding low, so I shake the madness We leave 'em all swole when they face the ratchet Man I, grind like a b**h When she ready to pee Or a n***a with dry-mouth, trippin' off E Against the belly of the beast, I'm a motherf**ing animal Don't let me handle you You couldn't picture what the cannon do [Verse 4: ???] [Hook: ??] Yeahh If you know you love that Then uh Come on clap (x6) I make it rain 10 stacks, baby make that a** clap Make it clap (x3) You know we drivin' them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels) Them Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels (Chevy -- Chevys on the low Gimme paint chrome wheels)