Com'n Down Wreckin, Part II

(Hook:)
 Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome
 Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome
 Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone
 20 inches on the 4's, on everything that we own
 Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome
 Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome
 Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone
 Blazing up the endo, for all my G's that's gone
 (C-Note:)
 Coming down wrecking, switching side to side
 I floss the candy Navigator, with the buck inside
 When ya see swang wide, watch the wood grain guide
 T.V.'s falling from the sky, and all the girls wanna ride
 I represent for my side, and all the homies that died
 From the streets we bring the heat, watch the 3rd Coast rise
 Why you looking surprised, you see them screens in the vis'
 She say she love my chinese eyes, while I'm rubbing her thighs
 Can I have a shake with them fries, and don't spill nothing on my seat
 In Laffeyette at the meet, got them freaks for the week
 There's plenty girls in Atlanta, now just take you a peek
 I got the Burban with the scanner, headed to the Freak-Nic they on dick
 (D-Red:)
 Playas night out, Botany peeling up the streets with heat
 We creep the weed, always clips for the fools that peep
 It's still 20 inches, twisting on the Rover Jeep with chrome
 Wrecking your dome, puffing on a zone
 It's on, we roam Kapone styling
 Lunch meeting on a plane, we just cruise the island
 Bug eyeing, smiling front fo' on gleam
 Watch your eyes (bling-bling), D-Red done wrecked the scene
 Million dollar figga niggaz, with the scratch to win
 We hit the casino fifty deep, because we bound to win
 To all in we dumping money, in the back of a Benz
 Sipping yack counting stacks, them boys done done it again
 (Hook)
 (Will-Lean:)
 Boppers peeping my game fiending for fame
 Screaming my name, Will-Lean leaving a stain
 Breaking the chain, swerving tipping the lane
 In my Humvee flipping, gripping the grain
 Catch me on the 3rd Coast, patrolling the fort
 Ready to scorch, the boulevard rolling a Porsche
 Holding the course, the Chemist steady stepping on toes
 Coupe Deville with the grill, wrecking on fo's
 Bitches throwing me the pussy, you molesting these hoes
 And when I see you at the club, I'm disrespecting you hoes
 Letting em know fa sho, C-Note let the top down
 Hit the switch this for the bitches my nigga, and let the drop clown
 (D-Red:)
 Now who the hell coming down, calling shots like that
 And how the hell them niggaz, make the Benz squat like that
 Popped up on Lorenz, kitted out like that
 You ain't know the Botany Boys, bleed the block like that
 Hit the strip and bust a U, with the trunk on knock
 9-9 and chrome shining, representing Big Shots
 Wide body V-12, or a Fleet on fo's
 Rocks glaring hoes staring, watch a G get chose
 Bending corners under tint, getting gone off flight
 Enough ice to blind sight, and give your ass frostbite
 Fully loaded heat toters, stashed under the flo' mat
 Couldn't picture Head shining, close up with a Kodak
 And for you suckers talking down, I know you soft as a cushion
 Watch the 20 inches spinning, on the Bentley I'm pushing
 So when the screens fall down, in the Lac like that
 Remember the Botany Big Shots, come down and wreck like that
 (Hook)