| Romo |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Now I’m in three wheel motion, my life is a movie |
| Can’t trust a groupie tryna give it up to me |
| I done bossed up, I used to have a hoopty |
| Six-four Chevy like check out lil' Rucci, ayy |
| Now I’m ridin' by myself in my low-low |
| Thirteen inch Daytons with the gold on it |
| White walls, hundred spokes, I’m clownin' |
| Glass house, water on my neck, I’m drownin' |
| Ayy, ayy, okay, now this one for la raza |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Take a sip, hit the curb, then I dip on 'em |
| Drive by, heads turn, hit a switch on 'em |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Now I’m in three wheel motion, I’m coasting |
| Hit another corner, I’m floating |
| Got days I be living my life like fuck it |
| Remember when my daddy had an '86 Cutlass |
| It was a bucket 'til the gold D’s and gold paint |
| Hit Lil' Bread car wash, watch the hoes faint |
| Ayy, it’s some days that I wish that I could take back |
| I been doin' this since way back |
| Hit the show on Sundays, you gotta stay strapped |
| Shit, now I’m laid back in this Maybach |
| Ayy, okay, now this one for la raza |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Take a sip, hit the curb, then I dip on 'em |
| Drive by, heads turn, hit a switch on 'em |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Now I’m in three wheel motion, I’m coasting |
| Hit another corner, I’m floating, go |