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Rolling in my 6-4, in the west coast.
Don’t give a hug about the passengers passed by now.
I don’t really give a shiet. I just wanna enjoy this moment.
I’m with my homies. I’m with all these bishes.
I guess they just wanna try some pinis.
And you know who I am.
D.I.A403. (I) come from GYC.
And now I feel this beat like I’m in L.A.
And driving my 6-4 down the boulevard
To the Sponchor. Run to the Beverly hill
And I want you understand.
We don’t go to Santa Monica
And I don’t give a shiet about people say
You gotta know who I am
Rolling in my 6-4
I don’t really give a shiet about these people
I just wanna enjoy myself
That’s the point of my travel
If you wanna know what is real
I don’t give a about these rubbers
You gotta know who I am, D.I.A403
I’m not Snoop D-O-Double G
You gotta know who I am
You know wanna rob all the floor
And you know
I still gotta do the show
And you gotta know who I am
A ****in’ tragedy you guys won’t buy that
You got two-seat then you gotta spin it
You got the own show then you know how to decide it
Cutting into this beat. You know what it ‘s
It’s me and me and this 6-4
Rolling in my 6-4
All these bishes just wanna try me
But I like them blow my D
And you know what it is
It’s a freedom of land
Freedom of mind
And you know who I am
I’m rolling in my 6-4 with my homie and bish
That not point it is
Homie, I gotta show you my phone is ringing
You gotta stand in the front
If you are afraid, then you gotta stat behind
You gotta know:
We’re drunk in the hucking backseat