Miatas 'n' SRT's

Yeah! Woah! Pull up! Yeah! Okay! What?! Tell me something! Woah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Put the money on the ground, niggas said they want me dead! Shoot you up on all that glass, got the guns all on my hip! SRT's up on the streets, with Miatas on sixteen's! Five percent can't see a thing, I got chrome wheels, what'd you say?! Bling bling bling, that's how it show, all these niggas want me dead! One, two, three, four, five, six bitches all up in my fucking crib! Oh you got all of your friends?! (Yeah!) They all want me dead?! (Yeah!) You got family?! (Yeah!) I don't got nothing! Yeah! I don't got nothing Yeah! Zero family! Yeah! Zero fucking friends! Yeah! Yeah! Oka-! Zero fucking friends, yeah, zero fucking friends Zero fucking friends, yeah, zero fucking friends Zero fucking friends, yeah, zero fucking friends Zero fucking friends, yeah, zero fucking friends Zero fucking friends, yeah, zero fucking friends Miatas, SRT's, yeah, Miatas, SRT's Miatas, SRT's, yeah, Miatas, SRT's