Hype Shit Lyrics

Hype Shit lyrics

You like classics well I'll stock that ass
Wit a 454 hypo nitro hooked
through the trunk
I'm a flowmaster monk you'll get smobbed on
I'll smoke
that ass like skunk. You better
Rotate them drums locate that hum
no
alignment
My rhymes remind me of ya suspension
Off to the left section
off the strip.
Let's strike a got a 7 deuce mali with sauce
Brandy wine
gloss releighs edelbrock manifold
Header chrome kit, aluminum tips and
I'm
Assumin he'll slip and want to race me
For some scratch. I'll hook em
in and pretend
My shit ain't tight. Let him bite then suck his ass
At the
light - red light, smash - green light,
I lit up a lotta stares, now he
wanna fight,
Nigga swing ya shit, I gets up outta there
Just me & him on
the B & M shift kit from a rich b-,
You wanna ride, unlock the shicks on tha
cock,
I'm smockin engine blocks overheatin oil level
Rebels cause I'm
rollin in hype shit.

High speed chase down 280, I'm
lookin at my oil
gauge &
It read "you can't fade me." I'm floatin
through
traffic
Laughin 'n' shit but I wasn't trippin cause I had a gat
Wit a
clip under the seat, then I heard the loud speaker
Speak, "pull your ass
over on the offramp &
Don't try to vamp." Heart was on thumpa,
The mark
was on my bumper plus I had a zip
Of bomb on my lap, I couldn't dump the
gat.
Going into custody can't fuck with that, plus
I got a 396 with a
trick in my trunk & I'm not
Goin out like a punk so I bounced - fuck
it,
The way he was in me you would think his slary poppin.
But I got
mallory hook up & I'm not stoppin for shit,
I'm smobbin through tricks &
trucks.
5.0's gettin
Sucked and I'm caught up in the rear-view,
Didn't
see Linda Woo tryin to merge lanes.
She almost hit me. Took the Richmond turn
off,
Hit the switch on the nitro in a lean
I felt my shit was
Christine,
I'm out like a motha fuckin fiend, in hype shit.