Ashes to ashes, I'm burning through the money and these hoes
New whip like I don't know what the A is for
And clutched on these chicks and I switched as soon as the paddle hit the floor

Every move is pimped out, from the droppers to their ears
To Mexican sprint like viral chemicals


We on top and I bless, you keep it moving, too
Reinvent, why you running out of things to do?
My style is classic, but flashy

Occupying all lanes, you can't pass me
Don't ever think to you it can't happen
Blue ride got your girl jazz and lavish

Took her ' in an alley, practice
This a new aero flow mixed with back spin
Thought your time was coming, I outlast it

And I ain't one to bring up solidly caps
But you ain't getting the fraction, now work on my back %#@!
I'm just saying that off the knee

That's why I know that they're watching me
And I don't like the whole combo
Just put it in the bank 'cause all this talk is cheap

Are you hearing that?

Yeah, we need everything louder

More whips, more chips, more fire
Turn it up, hear the trumpets, the sirens
Rendition of what we call triumph

Yeah, we need everything louder
More whips, more chips, more fire
Turn it up, hear the trumpets, the sirens

Rendition of what we call triumph

Yeah, I got a lock, Loch Ness

Unseen cream of the cream, cream of the crop
Came with a game and I left as a pimp, as a !#@$
Keep things clean on my spleen

Looking for a shot like a photo
Warm blooded mammal, turn red man, Reggie Noble
Coast on Roscoe, double S logo

Chicks getting tossed like batons
Not certified biathlons
Rock like I toss, box like a Cyclops, just spotted arms

Be warned, there's no calm 'fore the storm
This is not a call or response
But if I make the call, then my ^!$$%s gonna respond

This you don't want when our roof is card blanche
Feel me? Now back to the business
Hear my men left a beefing unfinished

This is how we did it, this is how we live it
This is how we spoke it when we said it through these lyrics
Yeah, ^!$$%s gotta know


Yeah, we need everything louder
More whips, more chips, more fire

Turn it up, hear the trumpets, the sirens
Rendition of what we call triumph
Yeah, we need everything louder

More whips, more chips, more fire
Turn it up, hear the trumpets, the sirens
Rendition of what we call triumph