Time's up got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em we gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em pistol grip, i got all kinds of, i'm not your driver shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, i'm blowin’ ganja so much work, they call me old school, i remind ya that bisshhh you think you got is not you, where you find her? she a kickstand, a big fan, i get behind her then i slid it in, i win, i win, ayy