[Intro: Slim Dunkin]

Twisting up the kush while you smoking on the pole

This green hit hard, have you hooked like door

Used to smoking mid? Then it might burn your throat

Them virgin-ass lungs, guaranteed you gonna choke

[Chorus: Mykko Montana]

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]

I got that college boy swag with pole up on my body

I got your bitch with me, yeah, she probably riding shotty

Till they free B. Ceezy, he can catch me on [?]

With your bitch in the room and your goons in the lobby

Summer time coming, so you know we getting live

I'm in my old school, fuck a 745

Skinny-ass tires, but I'm sitting in the sky

Bumping R. Kelly, I believe I can fly

I'm riding through the southside, letting my beat pound

I'm sitting so high, I can see downtown

Say, I'm sitting so high that I can't see the ground

I think I need a parachute just to get down

[Chorus: Mykko Montana]

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]

Okay, I got some new shit, but my old school sick

Somebody grab a diaper and get nasty if it shit

I'm trying to get Oprah money, you can call me Stedman

Most stupid big, got the donk looking pregnant

And you niggas should've got an abortion

You bitches quick to call me daddy like she was an orphan

I'm riding pigeon-toed, got the whip offset

Chevy PMS-ing, got you haters upset

I'm sitting 1017 and we riding back to back

Waka, Wooh and Frenchie, Goop troop, where you at?

Bases loaded, red socks, Slim up to bat

It ain't where you're from, southside, where you're at

[Chorus: Mykko Montana]

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

[Verse 3: Sean Teezy]

We be twenty-four sitting with that Arrogant paint

Shawty, what you think? I got money in the bank

I just hit that freaky hoe, I'm glad I shot a blank

Whew, that was close, why that purple got a stain?

Northside shawty with my southside partner

So Icey E-N-T, okay, let Teezy shut the block up

Sitting up at home, make that bitch Chevy pop up

Slim, we got a problem, tell Waka get that chopper

Put me on stage, yeah, it's going down

I'm getting money, these niggas know what town

Gotta get a pass when you're in my side of town

Shots of Patron, man, that's just the first round

[Chorus: Mykko Montana]

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky

Catch me in the hood with them Yokohama tires

Windows down with that AC high

Roll up on that old school, best believe he gonna die

Twenty-eight inches got me riding in the sky