My section be the littest
I'm surrounded with my niggas
We throwing dubs and showing love
They shaking ass
They turning up
Hit the streets and burn it up
Hellcats and Trackhawks
C8 with the red guts
I ain't stopping for no red light
Hit the gas I'm speeding up
200 on the dash they ain't keeping up
Forever bout a bag you know we pulling up
If it ain't the V12 then gone put it up
You ain't got enough to fuck with us
You ain't got enough to fuck with us
Strictly been in chill mode
But the streets they want the demon side
Reckless with this Trackhawk but fell in love with the demon
Been running shit for so long the streets done turned me to demon
We gone rock out in this bitch
We the ones to get it poppin
In my section it get lit
Bottles poppin
Bitches shaking ass they ain't no putting titties up
Niggas dissing on the gram until I double tap
PCMG with a Rollie on
Bad bitches all around
Yeah they call this the holy zone
Used to do 120 now there's 200 on the dash
I know the pray and they hating that I fall and then I crash
Double cup my cup
I whip it two and make it four
Youngins we in charge
They say don't let them through that door
We just getting it started
How many youngins out of my hood
Yeah we going the hardest
I can never change put it on my gang
Imma show my ass imma go insane
When I step in the booth imma go a little harder
Harder than harder
Harder than harder
My and my dawgs go harder then all dem
My section be the littest
I'm surrounded with my niggas
We throwing dubs and showing love
They shaking ass
They turning up
Hit the streets and burn it up
Hellcats and Trackhawks
C8 with the red guts
I ain't stopping for no red light
Hit the gas I'm speeding up
200 on the dash they ain't keeping up
Forever bout a bag you know we pulling up
If it ain't the V12 then gone pull up
You ain't got enough to fuck with us
You ain't got enough to fuck with us
Them niggas they ain't have it
Tell them boys to stop that cappin
I'm really doing what I'm rappin
Came from nothing I made it happen
Bitch my section be the littest
Ain't no ones we throwing fiftys
Gucci fabric my shit fitted
Rich forever I'm with the business
I charge 50 for a show
Another 10 just to promote
Give the backend to the host
And pop me at the front door
All these diamonds on my neck
Cost a check
Could've bought the C8 vet
But I bought them scats back to back
My section be the littest
I'm surrounded with my niggas
We throwing dubs and showing love
They shaking ass
They turning up
Hit the streets and burn it up
Hellcats and Trackhawks
C8 with the red guts
I ain't stopping for no red light
Hit the gas I'm speeding up
200 on the dash they ain't keeping up
Forever bout a bag you know we pulling up
If it ain't the V12 then gone pull up
You ain't got enough to fuck with us
You ain't got enough to fuck with us