Lyrics Robert Horry - Squalla , Lil' Keke

I'm so throwed in the game
Pop trunk bang and the 4s gon swang
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
We take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
A whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin
Take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
Whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin, hold up

Welcome to the land where it just dont stop
Trunk pop tops drop and the hs gon bop
Still served nias when it got hot on the block
Now I'm off in the pacific smokin out on a yacht
Got to act real bad and show my a big gas
In a wood big diamonds on my hands
I look better in real life than i do on the gram take
A flight i got the bh at the airport when i land, hold up

Now I'm on the beltway tippin bout to head
West get a plate from the Mickey's
Gold on my dentures hs in my mentions
Dodging potholes blowin smoke out the window
Real p st the h*e chose and i sent her
Sittin sideways i poured a 4 in a simply
Tell em run my st play it back i woke up made
A sack laughing to the bank like where them haters at mayne

I'm so throwed in the game
Pop trunk bang and the 4s gon swang
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
We take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
A whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin
Take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
Whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin, hold up

Blunt full of skunk i aint ever been a punk real southwest
Alief texas nia from the jump yea
I be in the cut lit as fk rollin up yea
Bag a bad bih and i dont fk more than once yea
Got the pocket rocket on tuck don't be dumb smokin
Like a freight train Big Tuck take the 45
To Dallas tell Paul to link up
Cuz I'm tryna get the AMG wrapped matte black no cap yea

Stay catching plays stay runnin up a sack yea i done turned
My bih new apartment to a trap yea on a zoom call cuz
The label like my raps having million dollar meetings while
I'm laying on my back yea

Piece and chain diamond ring sippin drank on a plane trunk
Beating knocking pictures out the frame
Grippin grain switching lanes drippin
Hard leave a stain been that nia aint a damn thing changed whoa

I'm so throwed in the game
Pop trunk bang and the 4s gon swang
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
We take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
A whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin
Take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
Whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin, hold up

(Lil Keke)

H Town Don for real who do it better from the 4's to the frame
The rag and fresh leather
610 288 i cant wait top off legend talk on the plate now lets skate

Southside holdin for real its all skilled its a real nia holdin
The wheel so hater chill
True story loving the fame and more glory
No shame when I'm shootin them thangs like Robert Horry

Front to the back yeah they clappin
Yeah they know the name its the SUC captain
See me on the scene I'm clean for thirteen
This is 713 we living the street dream yeah

I'm so throwed in the game
Pop trunk bang and the 4s gon swang
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
When I hit the scene all the hoes know my name
We take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
A whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin
Take em to the crib we aint parking lot pimpin
Whole lotta smokin a whole lotta drinkin, hold up