Lyrics:

[Verse]
And I'm feeling like God; Goddamn hoe
Goddamn I'm the motherfucking man hoe
Who you here with
Oh, you chilling with you mans hoe
Who the lame that be wearing all that camo
He a herb
Tell ya mans to
Curve
Swerve
And this shit got me feeling kind purb
Word
And I feel I'm slurring up my words
Words
For you to say no, now that would be absurd
Bird

But aint gone stop her
To think of saying no
She wouldn't even bother
I'm just telling you proper
I'm just chilling in the white impala

And i ain't for lossing
Got riding round cruising
Say she got that wet
Bitch prove it
I ain't stupid
This a lesson
You the student
I'mma fuck then you scooting
And she alright with that
Cause her mans hella wack
And she steadily choosing
She can't even wait to tell her friends it was great
Trynna take pictures so she can prove it
God dammit
The world that a young nigga live in
But that comes with the pimping
Tell that bitch no
If she try to sneak a flick
Tell that bitch go

[Hook]
In this white Impala
We cruising again
We flew in a plane
That's full wooded grain
In this white Impala
We back on the coast
Your Girl wanna smoke
While we're dodging the po-po
In this white Impala
You hoe on the flock
Wanna roll down my block
While I'm dropping the top on this
White impala

The White Impala x7

[Verse]
Still feeling the shit doe
That's be like there he go
Like I'm Q
And I'm riding round fig row
She riding dick doe
She say she a fan
And she wanna meet the whole damn
Clique doe
And I knew that from the get go
That why right after I'm done
I'mma tell her ass to get home
Yea tell her ass to get on
I'll let her take a pic doe
So when you go through her phone and I can be like

Guess who fucking to bitch x5

No it's not key
It's young me
You're tight, nigga you must be
But i can say she's lovely

BANG! xD