Trip Dixon - Jeff Gordon lyrics

[Hook] Young Jeff Gordon Ride around and we scorching Jeff Gordon flexing so many Endorsement (x2) [Verse] Vrooom! I'm out n***a Put a 44 to ya mouth n***a You out n***a That should be last time that you doubt n***a Take the first bus out of town n***a Cause we don't really f** with out of town n***as Good heavens me slip? Hell no n***a Got a lot hoes at my show n***a Getting head like a go pro n***a Boozey got an O for the low Ass so fat you could lean on it Ass so fat put my team on it When I come thru you be Mean muggin If you see me Bet gleam coming Ray charles, where the keys? I don't see nothing So much money muf**a I don't need nothing [Hook] (x2) Young Jeff Gordon My engine got so many horses Y'all team racked up so many loses My b**h rack cost yo family fortune Young Jeff gordon my rims 24 inch My screen 54 inch First cla** with a foreign My b**h Ecuadoran Her a** is enormous One night then Fly her home in the morning You cuffing that ho like a warrant My Shooter gone shoot without warning You think that ya 9-5 So damn rewarding Richard sherman money We pick it we scoring Too quick Im young Jeff Gordon [Pit Stop] Stopped got top at the pit stop Boozey never on E dhoe Young n***a making moves like Kids Bop Thats why everybody hate me like Chris Rock Hating n***a kick rocks Young n***a working all day like a sweat shop Boozey bagged ya ho Got her fresh like a ziplock Watch tick tock Countin money till my heart stop Not one fake n***a on this block Boy that heat is never deadstock My dick put her in a headlock Pull the toy out of the kellogs Serial k**er to n***as Who come at me or my brethren I don't have to show ID You like a young boy at the exxon [Hook] (x2)