64 Impala lyrics

[Intro]

Ah, fuck

We've been drinkin' a bit

Fuck it

[Chorus]

Got a fat chick twerking call it Royal Rumble

Smoking weed, pussy popping

Still my money humble

Serve her sausage in her face like we in Benihana

I'll let her bounce my stick like she a '64 Impala

[Verse 1]

Better to do you then do me

Energy Bruce Lee I'm OP

O.G. owner I live here profusely

Living motherfucker I'm out here

Don't test me motherfucker I've been there

See me get old pussy motherfucker like cougar

Let her suck that dick like a Henry Hoover

Swallow maneuver no need for the stain remover

Dog eat dog, call me Micheal Vick

I'm a dog when I chase a chick

I'm a dog when I get it get it

Doggie on a mission thinking you the shit?

Nah

Flex cos I'm on it

Flexing

Pumping 20 in a super set

I'm OP

Repping cos I'm really fully on it

Now they know me

Checking figures on the Internet

Yeah yeah yeah

Flew her over cause I pack a biggie

Doesn't wanna leave me but I gotta leave the city

Stick the landing like I'm bottle flipping major car

We whipping Lewis with the shipping and they wonder how my people killing

Exponential and they never knew it

Gucci Louis passion like I'm Hughy

Got me sitting back when I get to view it nigga

I'm a Bad when I get a Boujee bitch

[Chorus]

Got a fat chick twerking call it Royal Rumble

Smoking weed, pussy popping

Still my money humble

Serve her sausage in her face like we in Benihana

I'll Let her bounce my stick like she a '64 Impala

[Verse 2]

Why you so at mad me?

Attacking the ego with jealousy

I'm tryna do this whole thing in the peace

You're busy making an enemy

I am the remedy

I do this effortless

Pay for the team cause I'm generous

Venomous people try snaking us

But I'll cut the head off the snake

Maybe film it and cake and I don't need a break

Going and going till I overtake

Fly to L.A. I don't deal with the fake

I don't care what vid you want me to make

Shut the fuck up and get out of the face

Vids blowing up like I'm dropping a shell

Drove up to Brum to see Jay and Rommel

I'm always giving I'm living champagne with the winning

I'm balling and sinning with so many women

Cooking and cooking and now she so

Cooking and cooking attention I'm hooking

Cooking and cooking I kill it with bookings

Cause I got the recipe

Oh you're not scared, then you better be

I'm in control of the destiny

This ain't a game murky weather I'm coming to rain

[Chorus]

Got a fat chick twerking call it Royal Rumble

Smoking weed, pussy popping

Still my money humble

Serve her sausage in her face like we in Benihana

I'll Let her bounce my stick like she a '64 Impala