Four 12s

[Verse 1: Chuck] Four 12 Kickers like it's '94 Pop the trunk on 'em like you stuffing dope Move a million units, I can see to it Get the boulevard juking like a thick booty Uh, uh, uh, do it Geo Tracker rap, trapping out of the Suzuki Far as that goes know exactly what I'm doing In a pair of Cartiers and them Patrick Ewings Droptop with a chow chow puppy And my girl in a bikini top breaking down the dutch Way she roll it, could've sworn we was going bowling If I can't wear shorts, then a nigga not going Triple gold rims, not stolen Twan got five cell phones on him, how you want it? Call me up if you want that plug If not, don't trip, we'll get back up [Hook: Chuck] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh We'll get back up Uh, uh, uh, uh, what Don't trip, we'll get back up [Verse 2: Da$h] I'm the coldest, stack it til a nigga can't fold it Loaded with a bitch from Beverly, she say she rolling Twisting up a blunt, Sprite I got a four in And I fill her three holes like I was bowling (fa sho!) Two texts on my phone by the time a nigga dipping Tripping cause I fucked up my Jordan One stitching Faded delinquent brought up on hustling, pimping These messages get ignored if it ain't about no digits What's the deal dog? I'm tryna touch a couple mil dog Fuck a ounce, I'm tryna see how much a field costs I'm Sam Rothstein clean, grab the shakers In LA for months, still won't bet on the Lakers Head crack, run it back, what you saying Holding bank, you sucka niggas never playing I'm getting head while I hit my bud I'm in her mouth and then I'm out, we'll get back up [Hook] [Verse 3: Retch] I said baby girl I do drugs, smoke dope and sell dope Bitch I'm from BC, I bust flexes off that cellphone Like muthafuck a wiretap Nigga owe me money cross the country, tell him wire that Fire that Fat bleezy full of thrax, loud pack, only smoking killa ho Ran in Macys and copped the killa Lo fly shit Aviators on, I'm such a pilot I do my own stunts lil' nigga don't try this, ugh My old bitch a dub, she got a new nigga Happy for 'em both, I just made a few figures Off the muthafuckin' trap though, walking through the front Bet I'm leaving out the back door Asshole - called that on the regular Rolling keisha never smoking regular Never bruh, never us, only smoking that woosah Get you high enough, high enough to go salute God Yea that's death nigga, rolling cess nigga