In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}

[Hook]

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

[Verse 1]

I'm border, grit on that killer
They call it Front Street, nobody know about it
He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight
You see him post up in the cut, how many?
I ain't servin' nothin' but good products
I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang
I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin'', nothin' but pain
Keep the Cheverolet funked out
I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out
I come through, tear that thang up
Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up
You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines
Mr FF, I'ma stay bright everytime

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime
Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
Over time, like Denteal, seein' green with the grill
Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild

It's everyday like the clock tick
Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material
Workin' the original interial
I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
I step on stage and get the whole place crunk
Always garuntee freind-shh y'all
You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all
Yes sir, hold o