"Lil O The Impaler" lyrics

Hold up, hop out, Impala
I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller
Ho still love me and I don't call her (gyro, sayonara)
Freak-ass bitch, you don't got no father (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah
Servin' that shit like crack, yeah
We get high, get fat, yeah
Lil' Hitech in the back
No, I can't pull up without my strap
No, I can't pull up without my slatt
No, I can't pull up without my strap
No, I can't pull up without my slatt

Yeah, celebrate, touchdown
I had told that lil' ho, "Get the fuck 'round"
You get stretched, ah, get down
You better get down, better get down
5.6, up the .45, six round
Groupie hoes gon' drink my kids now
So up, I don't even wanna look down, hold up
So up, I don't even wanna look down, yeah
I had to put my foot down, yeah
Hoes like fish on the hook now, uh
I was never playin' by the book, don't give a fuck
Let me know, we can take that shit up
We got hella TECs and they tucked
We got hella shit in the tuc
We got hella shit in this truck

Hold up, hop out, Impala
I'm a straight flexer, I'm a straight baller
Ho still love me and I don't call her
Freak-ass bitch, you don't got no father
Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah
Servin' that shit like crack, yeah
We get high, get fat, yeah
Lil' Hitech in the back
No, I can't pull up without my strap
No, I can't pull up without my slatt
No, I can't pull up without my strap
No, I can't pull up without my slatt