Donatello

Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
 Party on sixth I'm riding down SoCo
 Keep a nine on me I'm flexin' like Romo
 R.I.P. Chad, I'm draped out in Polo
 I got a call from Dee the G he said, "Motherfuck a hater"
 That's my big brother like Kane and Undertaker
 I hopped in the slab and I'm swangin' like nunchucks
 The plug hit me up party time kowabunga
 Four door C-Class but I drive it like a Hummer
 Let the top back let 'em know we killin' this summer
 Still rockin' Polo and its fuck Hilfiger
 Keep a small circle only fuck with trill niggas
 Came from the sewer ain't a damn thing pretty
 Now a country boy living in the big city
 Bad bitches at my show, let me sign them titties
 Party in the third ward, shout to H-Town Diddy
 Chrome on my tires so I'm sitting on shredders
 Looking fly as I glide in my ride, Clyde Drexler
 Grippin' on the grain so I might get a splinter
 Kinda hungry from the munchies so it's pizza for dinner
 I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
 See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
 I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
 Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
 Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
 Name ain't Knievel but stunt what I do
 Pray to Jesus when I let back my roof
 R.I.P. Pimp, these are country rap tunes
 And if I ain't chopped and sc-screwed it ain't mus'
 Moved from the sticks, got a house in the hills
 And I know I snowbunny that told me come thru and chill
 From the H-Town so you know that she trill
 She down to ride, call her April O'neil
 Just popped a seal, hope it don't spill
 Death to the fake, life to the real
 Sitting on leather, oh what a feel
 Whippin' and sippin', Jesus take the wheel
 You can smell the scent when I open the door
 Got kush, got drank and I need mo'
 Might pour a fo', holla at your bo'
 Don't forget a pack of them swishers from the sto'
 Shout out to Doodie, X-man, Quita, Possum
 Living at the top, know we started from the bottom
 Nine seven nine, two five six know I got 'em
 Roll up a blunt then we pass it like Stockton
 Shout out to Dez and shout out to Bogan
 This for the Ville, this for Magnolia-Logan
 Don't get it twisted Cuz got that extend
 Shoot your lame ass like duck hunt on Nintendo
 Mayne
 I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
 See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
 I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
 Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
 Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
 I got my windows down
 Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
 See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood
 I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that's my way of saying hello
 Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should
 Grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello
 Sippin' this robo got me moving slow-mo
 Just call me Donatello