Is that you guys are following our requests What's up baby Black Chevelle on them blades boy Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm blade boy Come through the city like what's the focus boy I come through with open doors Six by nines through these door panels make a bunch of noise I'm mobbing on these back streets and city blocks Middle finger every cop Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stock Sweatpants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the walk Man I'm losing my religion Got those angels on my shoulders and they're telling me to listen I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system They telling me its devil music and demons have imprisoned My mind body and soul and I'm traveling down hell's road This strap got no velcro So I'm down for whatever, whenever, wherevere Anywhere the hell I go, you think I'm scared?