1] I'm hot goddamn, brown Trans Am, I'm on Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these ass jems Loud ass pipes, around loud ass rims God, God, look at my garage, Maserati I can't see floors, this is no Bitches go Thousand we call that a banjo or a yard My keep falling, wet, wet shawty "Shoulder Lean" money, I'm balling 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 I get with these hoes, first we pop it then we zoom. The in the room, you know I won't lie You know I'm sitting tall, you I'm on fire
Call me Young Dro Because I'm on fire Ball if you want, shawty don't try Players only once, everybody going to die So whatever want, you know shawty going to buy Aye, but on fa, fa, fa, on fire on fa, fa, fa, on fire Shawty on fa, fa, fa, on on fa, fa, fa, on fire Call me Young Dro because I'm on fire (X4)
2] I am Young Dro, what you me? Pocket full of celery, I how to be a player I am Bill Bellamy, nigga run up on me wrong I get a felony Dead fresh in the club, damn who the is he? Fellas be trying see my cars like my Automart Rovers in the crowd and I don't how to call them up I'ma a hundred cars, race them up, paid them up Paint the Rica grey in March, Aqua Blue in April, in the stable I'ma blow them out Tell the bitches if they don't behave I'ma throw out Drop top probable, it rain on the Doppler Grand Hustle king got a mafia, nigga what's I'm a beast, soon as I hit mode Pop your like the Lamborghini doors Young Dro I'm the "Best Thang On fire, on fire, on fire, on
3] Riding down Edgecombe, I left Zaxby's Chickens at the restaurant, chickens in my trunk Classic, straight, Dro you cannot duplicate you ain't hustle till you sold it out the Super 8 Traveloid, super cake, do a jazz up Super strong kush got them like the swap meet (Incomprehensible) Dro you say you spent a on the jewelry Who you lying to? Try Nigga I will suffocate and the K Show them how to cultivate, and buy a with ocean state I say I'm real with the hustle I multicate First they start biting, I require y'all they Mouth is me, eight mile high houses Grand Hustle king y'all know I'm about bitch