CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : McQueen Fiend

Got it out the mud, hands still dirty
I'ma thug it out 'til my kids thirty
Rollin' 'round the city with a real thirty
Rest in peace to all the homies that was killed early
Ducked in the [?] with some heat on the left side
I'll slap a pu**y like a step-child
Try me once, there won't be a next time
Everywhere I go, I got my chest out
Ayy, beatin' on my chest like a "S" on it
You got lots of work, they went stepped on it
Should've came and joined the team
Money weighed out with a triple beam
Back of the escalade stretched, like a limousine stretched
Your body right next to the ravine (stretch)
What you was talkin' tough for?
We do him dirty then we wipe the money clean
You chose sides now I can't intervene

I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean
I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring
I went from down bad and fists with tall trees
The [?] so fast, I can't control speed
You can't control me
I'm movin' through the city at my own speed
Man, I heard that y'all was hatin' on the new ride
You just mad I ain't the old me