Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
I'ma go real slow puffin' indo out the do'
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
It don't quit, as I get high
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin'
Drop the top it's cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about?
Got the Lil' Will diamond griller's [unverified]
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
A better way, better way, yeah
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin' on a movie
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
For the nine, eight got to sell a million copy
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's South Side
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me
Really, really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' South Side
Everyday all day, ain't no way
I only play to win 'bout to close up shop
Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores
Bourban and I'm swervin', man it's gettin' hot
Big bout it Benz as I floss through the south
I'ma lit the stash green, man, I'm lookin' clean
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me
A better way, better way, yeah
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends
I'm pushing, big body can't stop me
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
A better way, better way, yeah
But there's got to be a better way
But there's got to be a better way
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
Commence to fuckin' and-a suckin' on the H.A.W.K.
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Had to get older, man, it got colder
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Man it's understood got money in my hood
Chop, chop, chop, headed straight to the top
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Shortstop puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Mansion doors I constantly close
I hit the highway, making money then fly way
Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends
So nigga, nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
With the Chong, can't forget Moet along
I hit the highway, everything's my way, I parley
Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Yo eyes, get froze, as you see my low
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop
A caller gettin' laid tonight
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
But there's got to be a better way
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
But there's got to be a better way
Tiny tune hop out my big body form chain
Peep the message I send
Show stoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
But there's got to be a better way
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Candy red, two-do', let my top down slow
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
To make a million dollars out my first record deal
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
I'm bouncin' off the road, I'm in a modem with them foe dem
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
A caller gettin' laid tonight
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
I, 10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz
Scream and shout my similes and metaphors
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
A better way, better way, yeah
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight 'um off the lot, David Taylor
Lord knows ain't no time to play
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin' Benz on blocks
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Now we worldwide, watch me high side
Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed
187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love
I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo hit the sto'
A better way, better way, yeah
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
But there's got to be a better way
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Puttin' it in your face and that's for real
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
A caller gettin' laid tonight
We on a fuckin' mission Expedition Navigator
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
All you hoes go and take off your clothes
