1] I'm hot goddamn, Trans Am, I'm on fire Loud as Cham', standing in the trap these loud ass jems Loud ass pipes, these loud ass rims God, God, at my garage, Maserati cars I see floors, this is no facade go retard Thousand we call that a banjo or a yard My paint falling, wet, wet shawty "Shoulder Lean" money, I'm still Got them soldiers in platoon, on balloon Stack my money up and a rocket to the moon AK in the freezer, but my is in the room When I get with these hoes, we pop it then we zoom. The hottest in the room, you know I lie You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on
Call me Young Dro Because I'm on fire Ball if you want, please don't try Players live once, everybody going to die So shawty want, you know shawty going to buy Aye, but shawty on fa, fa, fa, on Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on Call me Young Dro because I'm smoking on (X4)
2] I am Young Dro, you telling me? full of celery, I know how to be a player I am Bill Bellamy, run up on me wrong know I get a felony Dead in the club, damn who the hell is he? Fellas be trying see my cars look like my Rovers in the crowd and I don't know how to call up start a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up Paint the grey in March, Aqua Blue in April, dimes in the stable Gators I'ma blow out the bitches if they don't behave I'ma throw them out Drop top probable, it rain on the Doppler Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what's I'm a beast, as I hit release mode Pop open like the Lamborghini doors Dro I'm the "Best Thang Smokin'' On fire, on fire, on fire, on
3] Riding Edgecombe, I just left Zaxby's Chickens at the restaurant, in my Chevy trunk Classic, super straight, Dro you cannot you ain't hustle till you sold it out the Super 8 Traveloid, super cake, do a hundred up strong kush got them coughing like the swap meet (Incomprehensible) Dro you say you spent a on the jewelry Who you lying to? Try I will suffocate and bust the K Show them how to cultivate, and buy a house with state Plus I say I'm real with the hustle I First they start biting, I y'all muzzle they is doubt me, eight mile high houses Grand Hustle king y'all know what I'm bitch