[Intro: 2 Pistols & BMU]
Blood Money Union, baby, you already what it is
I'm so fresh, so fly
Young boss of the city, 2 Pistols, baby
Bolo!
Haha, yeah, young boss of the city, n***a
BMU (Deca's in the buildin'), Dec', Cebo (Ayy)
J Flame (Jizzy), Young Skee (Yeah)
[Chorus: 2 Pistols & BMU]
I got the Chevy sittin' right (Ayy), rims shinin' bright (Ayy)
(Bitch, I'm—bitch, I'm super fly) When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
(Wet—wet paint drippin') Off the side (Ayy), every time I ride (Ayy)
I be ridin' through the city, drivin' like I'm Michael Myers
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy, Dec—Deca's in the buildin')
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy, Deca's in the buildin')
[Verse 1: Deca & Cebo]
I just lit a blunt of dro, where the bottom? I don't know (Uhh)
I just float above these suckers and my nickname UFO (Ah)
Got a super-duper flow, arms shootin' for the sky
Steady chokin' on that killer, I just murdered Micheal Myers (Yeah)
Ridin' past the city lights, I maneuver through the night
Movin' colors, I got green and I got purp' (2P got white, ayy, ayy)
BMU, bitch, get it right, you got nothin' but you to blame (Haha)
No attention for you lames, I got money on my brain, haha (Got 'em)
[Verse 2: Cebo]
Flashin' in lane (Ayy)
Sit so high, bitch, they compare me to a crane (Yuh)
Donk so wet, got dolphins jumpin' out the paint (Okay)
To ride with me, dog, you better buy a scuba tank (Yuh)
The chrome is so strong (Ayy), pray the sun don't shine (Okay)
If it creep through them clouds, some n***as gon' be blind (Ugh)
All I need is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze (Yeah)
Flippin' different flavors, bitch should just call me Lay's (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cebo, dog, ayy
[Chorus: 2 Pistols & BMU]
I got the Chevy sittin' right (Ayy), rims shinin' bright (Ayy)
(Bitch, I'm—bitch, I'm super fly) When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
(Wet—wet paint drippin') Off the side (Ayy), every time I ride (Ayy)
I be ridin' through the city, drivin' like I'm Michael Myers
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy, geah)
[Verse 3: 2 Pistols]
I pull up to the light (Light), you know I'm ridin' old school (School)
Them main four's lookin' down, n***a, where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch deep-dish (Yes)
Orange candy paint, baby, call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just that n***a
She wanna ride with the boss 'cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't even see you n***as
(Where they at? I don't know) I don't even see you n***as
I'm with a bad bitch fornicatin'
With her two friends, and they participatin'
Yeah (Both ways), that's just the life I live
Young boss of the city, baby, it is what it is
[Chorus: 2 Pistols & BMU]
I got the Chevy sittin' right (Ayy), rims shinin' bright (Ayy)
(Bitch, I'm—bitch, I'm super fly) When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
(Wet—wet paint drippin') Off the side (Ayy), every time I ride (Ayy)
I be ridin' through the city, drivin' like I'm Michael Myers
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy, Jizzy)
[Verse 4: J Flame]
I'm gettin' money so, that's the word man
I was fly with the white like Birdman (Yo, yo, brr)
Ayy, Khaled, I'm so hood (Hood)
I shoulda been on "I'm So Hood"
Wriggle in the shop, I grip the oak wood
Twenty-six inches, I'm not overstood (Nah)
I'm the man (Man), understand?
Death Before Dishonor, that's the plan
[Verse 5: Young Skee]
I'm so fly, bitch (What?), I think I grow feathers (Yeah)
My clique's mobbed out (Out), call us the Blues Brothers (Brothers)
I'm sittin' real high (High), them haters might stare (Stare)
I Freddy Kreugered the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in somethin fly (Fly), call that Buzz Lightyear (Year)
I spit a little game (Game), cover your wife's ears (Ears)
I'm lookin' down on her, call my whip pap smear (Smear)
N***a, I'm outta this world, like William Shatner
[Chorus: 2 Pistols & BMU]
I got the Chevy sittin' right (Ayy), rims shinin' bright (Ayy)
(Bitch, I'm—bitch, I'm super fly) When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
(Wet—wet paint drippin') Off the side (Ayy), every time I ride (Ayy)
I be ridin' through the city, drivin' like I'm Michael Myers
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
I'm lookin' down on 'em (Ayy, ayy)
