Tahoe 95

Ay, so G-H-E-T-T-O
Dollar from your TT
Get your, send me to the store
on that, got you gleaming
If you know, you know
Keep a on your sneakers
Boy go get some hoes
Smell like a, you been think your GG know
This that synethesia, my 2-seater
We was smoking
Back when we was packed up in that civic like some biscuit rolls
We some liqour stores,
Bitches say you different though
I don’t know, you just different
Bitch I’m a vibe, bitch I’m a vibe
Blame it on Guwop now, traphouse 3 k with me, not for real
But the boy had love from the killers in the Taho 95, drug dealers
East side niggas feel us, south sid niggas never did fuck with us
I ain’t with them
Shit is funny 'long as they ain’t come with us
'long as shit don’t come to fisticuffs
Get the vibe, immortality
Pray the bitch live and die with me
Uh, yeah