(Turn me up, Kino)
Huh
Impala canvas top, astronaut
Never pass my pot 'cause I love that grass a lot
Live in a castle like King Arthur or Sir Lancelot
Nighttime horses emerge from the garage and it's on
Full-court game, you gotta train for the sport
I'll put up a thousand shots before I walk toward the exit door
I understand it now, a fuckin' professional
Lethal shooter, no roof on the coupe and this was just a Tuesday
But I'm fresh like it's Easter Sunday, yeah, that nigga doin' it
Sucker bring his money or his honey here, he losin' it
If I got anything to do with it, I bet she cool with it
Movin' like fluid through a tube, bitch, now, don't be stupid (Don't be stupid)
Huh
Keep the E in it, Chevys on
Relax, I'm a professional
