[Verse 1: Sevin]
22 inch berelli's, My relli's bend them
On somethin heavy while wreckin the chevy engine
Peanut butter the guts wit jelly trimmin
Remote control activated cut suspension
Equipped wit kits and fix wit inventions
We hit the strip and get the attention
We graduated, Your chip's in detention
It's unfair to compare your whip in contention
No need to mention
I swang wit my brain out the tense of somethin pimped out the game just to get the rims spin
What's wit the tension? It ain't my intention
To brag on my chips
But n***as get mad and wanna trip
Cause they figgas is bad wit they grip
And I still got pads on my kicks
And my license plate sags on my whip
Til it drags on the strip for a minute then gradually lifts
Up the frame and hangs like a lynchin
I'm just doin my thang wit my henchmen
While you lookin like the grinch with all that distension
Stop hatin dawg, Pay attention

[Chorus 2X: Sevin]
Don't you think you should step your game up, Maybe?
If you're mad cause I came up, Baby?
Your attitude has had a change up lately
Are you mad cause I came up, Baby?