Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Uh
My convertible top peel
My life's real (my life's real)
I could give you the details but I don't squeal (don't squeal)
Take whatever I want, nigga, I don't steal (I don't steal)
Anybody could get there
The game fair
Super cold though
Know you've been told
But that game went in one ear (one ear)
And straight out the other hole (straight out the other hole)
I parked that race I'm in my other roles (I'm in my other roles)
I post the boats on Instagram and the screen froze
God made Fraud send me these
He said Spitta needs those
To scribble scrolls about the Eastside of the N-O
Lowriders and Benzos
I never had rentals in my video
We bring several of our own
Color matched wheels accentin' the chrome
Parked it outside of a million dollar home
Whatchu want? (Whatchu want?)
You're dead wrong
Life

And keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures

Yeah
Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it, yeah

"Hey Chris, that boat was spotted early this mornin' around 6am
And Palm Beach Police are callin' it an apparent drug smugglin' operation
Let's get you right to video from chopper five flyin' over the sea earlier this mornin'
Here is what we know right now
Police sayin' that boat was spotted near Bockin' Birch Trail and North Ocean Blvd
And again no threat to this community"

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Writer(s): Fred Lowinger, Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin