Lil O The Impaler lyrics

[Chorus]
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 b*tch, you don't got no father (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah
Servin' that sh*t 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

[Verse]
Yeah, celebrate, touchdown
I had told that lil' ho, "Get the f*ck '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 f*ck
Let me know, we can take that sh*t up
We got hella TECs and they tucked
We got hella sh*t in the tuc
We got hella sh*t in this truck
[Chorus]
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 b*tch, you don't got no father
Yeah, okay, I'm back, yeah
Servin' that sh*t 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