(Intro, 2 Pistols)
Yeahhh
Young boss of the city n***a
BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Young Ski
(Hook)
I got the Chevy sittin right
Rims shinin bright (b**h I'm-b**h I'm super fly)
When I pull up to that light
I'm lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin down on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the side
Every time I ride
I be ridin through the city, choppin like I'm Micheal Myers
I'm lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a blunt of 'dro
Where da bottle? I don't know
I just flow to buddy s**ers and my nickname UFO
I got a super-duper flow
Arms shootin for the sky
Steady chokin on that k**a
I just murdered Micheal Myers
Ridin past the city lights
I maneuver through the night
Movin colors, I got green and I got purp (M.U. got white)
BMU b**h, get it right
You got nothin, but you da pain
All attention for you lames
I got money on my brain
Flashin in lanes
Sit so high b**h, they compare me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
The chrome is so strong
The paint is on all shine
If it creep through them clouds, them n***as gon' be blind
All I need is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze
Flippin different flavors, b**h can just calls me Lay's
C-bo dawg, aye!
(Hook)
(Verse 2, 2 Pistols)
I pull up to the light, you know I'm ridin old school
The main four's lookin down, n***a where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch deep-dish (Yes)
Orange candy paint, baby call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just that n***a
She wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't even see you n***as (Where they at?)
I don't even see you n***as
I'm with a bad b**h fornicating
With her two friends, and they participating
Yeah that's just the life I live
Young boss of the city baby, it is what it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, J-Flame & Young Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm gettin money so, that's the word man
I was fly with the white like Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so hood (Hood)
I shoulda been on "I'm So Hood"
Wiggle in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
Twenty-six inches on I-O, what's good?
I'm the man, understand?
d**h before dishonor, that's the plan
(Young Ski)
I'm so fly b**h, I think I grow feathers
My cliques mob out, call us the "Blues Brothers"
I'm sittin real high, them haters might stare
I Freddy Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in somethin fly, oh that was light-year
I spit a little game, cover your wife's ears
I'm lookin down on her, call my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like William Shat-neer
(Hook)