[Verse 1: Twista]
The, the cars are so sick, mine'll make you vomit
Maroon forcefield, roofin' lining on the stomach
Six inches on the lips, the whole car be suave
Long story short I customized every body part
So these n***as be hatin', they stay so envious of me
Cause I keep bad bitches and they be with hideous honeys
And my city is ugly, they so gritty and scummy
Gotta be on point when I step out looking pretty as money
You want these rocks and these karats but you can't get none of that
You gon' get dropped and embarrassed cause I got a gun for that
I got a mob and I can't let you stop the mission
I got dreams of making billions like a crooked politician
If I have to I'mma murder, hit 'em with the rapid fire for the paper
Got a fully automatic dumpin on 'em
And I'm way up from the back, gotta go through with the caper
If I gotta feed my family I'mma sacrifice my body
And you already know that I be going Kamikaze

[Chorus: Twista]
Cause you don't wanna see 'em buss
These young n***as out here don't give a fuck
We got the thumpers in the trunk, get your strap, if you gon' ride then run up
Or get sent to an early grave just for tryin' to act tough

[Verse 2: Liffy Stokes]
Man I don't know shit about recession
All I know when it's dry on the block the shit's depressin'
Baby mama stressing cause I'm short on the support, talking take me to court
When she know when I got it it's good, but right now I'm short
You in everything I bought, from the cars to the clothes
So sit your ass down somewhere and let me work for this dough
I'm poppin mo's and my head's spinning
These haters hate cause they don't wanna see the trill winning
Swimming in fine women, laying in fine linen
And it's much deserved, I had it hard with this don living (you know)
Broadcastin live in all hoods and in all visions, analog or digital
62's in the serial; dreams of being imperial
Smokin on imperial O.G., I feel like Kobe
Mixed with a lil' co-D, all I'm missing is trophies
Rings and ceremonies, the bitches they love Stony
And the n***as that know me know I keep the 40 on me
[Chorus: Twista]
Cause you don't wanna see 'em buss
These young n***as out here don't give a fuck
We got the thumpers in the trunk, get your strap, if you gon' ride then run up
Or get sent to an early grave just for tryin' to act tough