Lucky seven probably poppa
Coming up in the impala.
Watch ya hide inside your chevy truck cruiser/
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
Should be harder to find
Chevy surf the sreet steady grind
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon
Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
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