Fuse

Ooo Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh) Ooo Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh) I feel like a king pin, Ivy Doom Coming to you live with the gang and that's the truth Addy in my system, so I'm smokin' him and you Came up out the tomb, breathin' nothin' but these fumes I don't know these pussy boys, I'm picky just the crew If they want the smoke got my collection, they can choose Rockin' Smith & Wesson, f*ck designer shit don't boom Pull up with dead prezzes, or a mortar to make do CROOKED in the cut with some diamond pinky rings Jackin' my suppressor cus' your bitch like how it ding I got under armor, but it ain't the shit you think Still got knee high socks, cus' they filled with multi-things All these birdies love me, ha, look at how they sing Gotta carry towels cus' I'm drippin' off my wings He swear that he gang, then we're gonna get em' pinned Ain't hoppin' on shit, unless I'm hearing that Ka-Ching (bitch) Ooo Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh) Ooo Can't ride with ya, I'm too cool Hunnid in the drum and I got it in the coupe In the booth, I don't know nobody just this fuse Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em' for you (Huh)