Side of the Ocean

Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open Yeah, it's mine, but I drive it like it's stolen Pouring white, I call it dementia potion Eating dinner off the side of the ocean I'm a side with, though I'm in a Six hundred for these shirts, I done bought like six pairs So much drink in the pot, I'm looking at my cups, scary My bitch mad at me, shit, but I don't really care I'ma get you right, bro, I got some in the air When it's warm down time, man, a nigga here is scared If you can't take the heat, get the f*ck out the kitchen Can't shoot everybody nowadays, nigga, snitch If you touch my pints, then you gon' go missing It's like twenty Boston Huffer bags all through the kitchen All you hear is the motor, then it do a little whizz All you hear is the motor, hit the lights, then we get you Got 99 choppers, yeah, one for your ish Riding with a 5.7, that's a real big disc If you wanna start the car, hit the button Boy, what you doing, minor, it ain't nothing Downshift and hit the gas, get a jump Downshift and hit the gas, get a 150 on my left, two, I'm the one Pull up, box a nigga in, so he know he can't run Pull up, box a nigga in, then we empty our gun Sippin' lean on the beat, you ain't did neither one Forty round on the chopper, I can switch to the drum You a level on the ho, boy, I know you feel dumb Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open Yeah, it's mine, but I drive it like it's stolen Pouring white alcohol, it's the magic potion Ain't dinner off the side of the ocean