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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah-uh-yeah My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back You can find me out on Pleasant Hill inside a red DeVille 24's on it, got it lookin' dressed to kill Tryna smoke another Philly while I grip the wheel Weed spinning out the window like a weather reel Still sipping on Bacardi with that ginger ale Riding like a bitch, like a fish, when I ride the wheel Kick off your heels and hop in, bitch, let's go pop some pills I got the Xanax, white girl looking like Paris Hilton Hair cut low like Keri Hilson Said that I turn her on, and she jerked me off I kept swerving, I could barely help it 12 was roofless and the Yelawolf was On the CD player, somewhere to go Speakers booming, and my beeper booming Tryna go and get a bottle from the liquor store Then I kissed the ho, and told her thanks for the handjob Letras de cancionesBitch, see you later, bye Then it's back inside the Cadillac on 85 Coppers want to follow us and try to give us DUI's They be thinking that we drinking and we way too high Probably right, got an eight ball of white and some of Rocawear Everybody stop and stare when they hear all the knock that I got in here A shake on me, got a rocking chair Roll down the window and a cloud appear Looked like a goddamn volcano Saying hi to the haters like they know They can see the chain glow, what it is lame-o? They know My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back These hoes just love my speakers Sound like Justin Bieber tied up in the trunk and kicking Blacked out Mustang, dub edition We in the front puffing on some Bubblicious Just delicious, what's the business? All we talk about is money, motherfucker, listen Got concussive stitching Grips in the headrest like a redneck revving up the engine At the red light, ain't nobody fresh like me Feel like I got everybody out here beat Chain still swang in my algees tee, yelling out I'm pimping Know they get the outfit free Got the ADID, ASJS, wings on my ring like [?] [?] got your Aviators, I'm afraid of majors Take an eye out every time I wave to haters Rocking imitation jakers, seal the fate of fakers Everything is [?] Ain't no other rapper hotter than me who ain't got a deal Last year record labels didn't want to sign me now they probably will Still got the coke residue sticking to my dollar bills Still represent [?] and [?] until they put me in a mausoleum Living in the club and the coliseum Bout to get a cup of Xanax bars and eat 'em Ain't nobody really give a shit when I was struggling and working for the minimum wage But now they want to say that's it when I spit really get When they see me on the stage they say that My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping Speakers and tweeters beating, my whip got that rattle back My shit's snapping, my shit, my shit's snapping My whip got that rattle back, my whip got that rattle back From Letras Mania