[Intro: Quelly Woo]
Like, look

[Chorus: Quelly Woo]
Crank that, crank that tan
We caught a opp and he ran
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Bend it over, make it clap, like

[Verse 1: Quelly Woo & Porter B]
Crank that, huh (Huh)
My bitch ass fat like [?]
C10 if we see the Impala
Empty the clip, make a n***a move proper
Like, crank that G-Lock fast
I'ma leave you in the past, like
Porter wit' me, he gon' blast
Up the .40, change the forecast (Uh)

[Verse 2: Porter B]
I do a hit out the 550
I told my suvy, "Come slide wit' me"
Baddie, she bringin' the vibe wit' me
And she fiendin', she not movin' shy wit' me
I told her, "Slide to the function", uh
Pop mе a 30, you know [?]