Sylvan Rd Ridin Down Dill lyrics

[Chorus]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
She want di*k she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me (Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up), it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

[Verse 1]
My brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly
Drum on it he producing, he ready to kill, he ready to drill
Don't ever try to play I'm goofy, honey bun, n*gga, bulging
Diamonds cold Minnesota, stick light up like I'm Yoda
Rest store, get a soda, I keep these hoes in order
I got his b*tch in the passenger seat, I show her the hood, I tour her
I'm not Jew but I Torah, explore the hood baby, Dora
I catch up, can't ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer
Neck long brachiosaurus, huh, Durango truck yeah its roarin'
I put that nut in her mouth and pull her head back and flush it like toilets, huh
[?] New Orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie 'dem
Soulja Slim like Magnolia 'dem, keep a K like Magnolia 'dem

[Chorus]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
She want di*k she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me (Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up), it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
[Verse 2]
Freaky b*tch like a centipede, coochie wet, I'm like "when she peed?"
f*ck on a opp baby momma while he in jail, pop his ass when he free
My gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry
What they doin', boy that's all me, f*ck around, pull a robbin' spree
Racks on me, boy these Robin jeans [?] baby toppin' me
Track mode, calling cops on me, Baby Driver ain't no stoppin' me
Ho wet like a wash machine, change your last name to Valdery
These pus*y n*ggas mockeries, on my di*k yeah they jockin' me
Mood board, n*ggas watchin' me, scratch 'em off like the lottery
Dump the switch, how loud it get? He a b*tch so I’m tryin' him
No flour, n*gga, fried 'em, blowjob wack, fired her
f*ck her for a minute tired of her, minute man b*tch I'm tired of you

[Chorus]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
She want di*k she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me (Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up), it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in

[Outro]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill