Coming Down (Without Sample) - P$C

I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I’m coming down in the old school, candy look quite exelant

Bitches stop and stare like they possessed by the exersist

If I let them in, I bet they never wanna exit it

If they see the, on them peppermints

I got higher than the lead singer from the Baha Men

Skating in the monster ride, muscle car so masculan

Hoes fall in my lap, my pimpin ain’t no accsedent

They ask for this,

I’m on the highway dippin, Michael Vickin

I’m riding and swerving it, old car, I’m bairly missing it

Turning up that Isaac Haze, smoking on that purple haze

So foggy in the ride, can’t even see if it’s night or day

Tell them I’m on my way, fuck faces what we exchange

Just another episode of the Heavy Chevy thang

I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I’m coming down, blowing swisher sweet

90 with the wood

on the tip of my feet

And a big boy gun with a scope and a beam

, put your hoe on the bean

Pull up on the same down with the king

I know all the hoes choose if you know what I mean

Mug so mean and the paint so clean, join the team, you should know what I mean

Hoes come last, cause I worry bout me

It’s candy fleek with these

Drippin paint all across the street

I leave a trail everywhere I go

You can tell it’s me by the smell of the smoke

Coming down Simpson Road

See me shining from a distance, hoe

This

22 inches slip right off the floor

And my tires burn rubber when I stop and go

If you

Looking under my seats like looking for snow

Tell a hoe to wash her hands before she open the door

Still a lame, but I’m the opisit though

Still I

7 days in the A you can see

Fuck with Dro, KT and them

6 Chevys in a row, wet paint up high

That must be the PSC and them, you know T.I., Double D and them

Mac, AK, Kuntry, C and them

Far away from Atlanta, hop in the Phantom

Hit up Puff, Jay-Z and them

I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying

I’m coming down like an avalanch, higher than an avalanch

Hoes dropping it off, give it up so they can have a chance

, who would’ve knew?

I’m switching my paint out from cherry to blue

Niggas from here gon do what we do

26 on 22

My Chevy’s

don’t test it

All of the bread I invested

Audio, video, it is a sespention

Fuckin the paint just to keep them looking

Lack on the right, swag on the left

Hitting the block all by myself

Flipping alone, smoking alone

Ringing my phone, just

Singing my song, give me that pussy

I think it was made by Webby and Boosie

Choppin the block my ryms

Touch on my radio, no, touch on my dick

You say that you want it, act like it then

And my ryms ain’t spinning, that shit played out

Have a seat, got that thang layed out

, you ain’t feeling what I’m saying

I can roll up the blunt and rub on that ass

It hurt so bad, cause you already know

For real bout the cars, the money and the hoes

in the cut tryna score

Tell

And I creep real slow, sittin tall in the Lack

Get your hoes out the car, make ride with Mac

I’m coming down, wet paint, wood paint, grip the grain

Low down leather frame, fuck what these hoes saying