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Damn Yeah, that's me, and you probably wondering how did I get here I'ma tell you the story But you gotta promise to listen and give me your good ear It was something inside of my head tellin' me to slide That's all that I could hear Uh, so I hit the gas, zoom All he seen is tires like he work at Goodyear Uh, uh, uh Baby told me that she had a lick so I had to get near, bitch We finna snap, she talkin' 'bout she lookin' at a black Brink's truck just sittin' there Ay, look, fuck it, bae, I'm finna get in there Just say the words and I'm on his ass Wait I can't even too much control myself, I'm finna do this nigga bad Hold on Shawty psyched out, ready to crash Just keep him right there, we gon' go in his bag Don't drive yo' car, pick up your bro car You know to be smart, cover your tracks I come through, strike me in my pipe, I had lil' bro run through the back Ay, bae, rock that nigga to sleep, bitch nigga a fool if he get attached Aight, cool, what's your name? You said Drew? How do you spell that? Oh, my God, I'm so full of shit right now I'm just hopin' that he can't smell that Letras de cancionesThis nigga just talkin' to me and I'm noddin' my head I'm listenin' out for the Hellcat Tell them hold that thought, I'm gettin' a call Girl, where the hell is you at? What? I'm comin' ourside right now, little nigga pipe down Did you do that? Come on, you takin' way too long We probably just hit for a few racks If we skirt off, I bust this right, I ain't even stoppin' at no lights This might be the easiest lick of my- We finna count this shit up tonight You might be right 'cause after this, we gon' be the richest ones in the city We finna bust this shit half, the only time we goin' 50/50 I'm so damn piped up off of this shit that I'm startin' to think we could hit a bank Stunna, what you think? I'm with whatever you with, fuck it, we finna crank Aight, so boom, we in the car, I'm excited I'm countin' up money, I'm feelin' delighted I'm lookin' up flights, I'm thinkin' United I'm not even thinkin' 'bout gettin' indicted Then I see a flash, I'm thinkin' it's lightning Nigga, that's 12 behind us I'm lookin' at Stunna, he lookin' at me Like how in the fuck did they find us? I don't even know, but I'm finna go 'Cause, bae, I don't even stop for sirens I'm paranoid, clutchin' my iron and checkin' my rearview I'm hopin' I don't pop a tire I'm mashin' the gas, I'm bouncin' from curb to curb with all this shit inside this car Won't pull over nothin', nigga, if I did, then bitches gonna give me time Okay, so Stunna flyin', burnin' rubber, goin' 199 Okay, I'm lookin' around like somethin' stink, smell like somebody died, okay Stunna like, "Chill, it's just a tire, sit back and enjoy the ride" No way, w-we on some movie shit right now We callin' it Queen & Slime Ay, chill, I just lost control of the wheel, they threw out the spikes Car started to slide We in the middle of nowhere, can't hop out on feet, this shit will be hard to hide The folks caught up, they put us in cuffs Went downtown and threw us inside, nigga Better not sit me down, I'm tellin' them nothin' but lies From Letras Mania