Lyrics Sunset Strip - Dom Corleo

I don't feel stressed in my Rick Owen trench
I get high and I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm the best
You got somethin' to say? Yeah, say it with yo' chest
Hit him in the head
Put a foot on his neck

And I'm just really tryna F-U-C-K on yo' bitch
Yes, I'm just really tryna go up with the gang and get rich
And they all know that it's me when I'm pulling up in that Ghost
You could catch me in first class, front of that plane, I don't rock coach
Roll the window down, got 5% tint, you can't approach
Roll the window down and I'm shootin' up the whole bitch, better get low
You better get some sauce
You better take that off
Bet I had that boy runnin'
Had him taking off
And he ain't take a thing from me
Know I got them bands on me
And I got Givenchy on me
Shopping like it's free money
Cop it like it mean something
They all know it means something
Mama said I'd be something
So I keep a pole on me
I ain't got no fuckin' soul up in that bitch, but I ain't dead
He better not let me catch him over that 'Gram, do his ass bad
He better not let me catch him, I'ma need that boy with a toe tag
I'm joshing on these hoes with a fuckin' Drac' like I'm Josh Peck

I don't feel stressed in my Rick Owen trench
I get high and I'm blessed
Bitch, I'm the best
You got somethin' to say? Yeah, say it with yo' chest
Hit him in the head
Put a foot on his neck