StanWill - Full Throttle lyrics

SBDSM the motherfucking gang
(Machine, make this beat bump)
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz
(Ayo, Sebastian, run that shit the fuck back)
Yeah

New whip, push start margiela, foot art
Real life 201 scholar, I ain't book smart
Bag drag,  push carts that nigga took ours
Rocking out with heavy metal on us
Not no guitars i got hoes Kaepernicking
Why these niggas mad I'm shitting?
Whip got a camera and sensor when
I'm back up in it
You be up in average chicken
Only like the baddest bitches
Glock 19 tucked
You know I got attachments with me
You capping with that hot-ass breath
You a dragon tail
Unky throwing bricks and he punch
Call him "Shaq Liddell" thinking he a demon
Baby chop throw his ass to Hell
Porch after porch after porch, bitch
I'm grabbing mail
I like garlic buttеr but, my baby
She gon' steak sauce it
Opps'll nеver catch me by myself
I be with Drac' often
I'm just tryna fuck you like a slut, bitch
I don't date often
Dawg be clocking in and taking orders
Niggas ain't bossing big-ass hammer
I'll turn this bitch to Asgard
All my hoes bougie
They like thick pape' and fast cars
Bro like Lazlo, he'll camp out in yo backyard
Gotta know the whole world free
When you crack cards
Scam, punch, and Cha Cha Slide, I don't trap
Buddy dog Shit Militia
Upping racks with my rap buddies
Too much za floating
Can't see shit through the black buffies
Me and Tron tripping
Flying up in first class comfy
Buck twenty, when it come to Visas
I'm a heavyweight
'Miris falling down 'cause the pockets
Stuffed with heavy pape' fresh to death
I'm rocking Palm Angels at the Heaven Gates
Two Pro Maxes off a punch, bitch
I'm Kevin Gates
Bitch, I'm Star-Lord in a UFO
With stick by me
McQueen head wrap, Drac' tucked, bitch
I'm big akhi
We know that ain't no real Presidential
That's a Mitt Romney
Count blues while she top me 'cause it
Make her suck the dick sloppy
If you ain't gang, you can't speak to me
I know lil' bro'll ice him
Up like a Jesus piece
Trackhawks and 2020 'Vettes
We like Need for Speed
Big shitters on me through this bitch
We the Feces Team
It's to the bag if I pledge allegiance
Every fucking worker know my name
When I step in Neiman's
I get every Yeezy when it drop, bitch
I step Adidas
Balenciaga'd up in high school
Used to step Arenas
Either up or you down, boy
This life shit a seesaw
Seven hunnid horses in the whip, bitch
Yee haw how the fuck I got my shirt
On but it read "Off"?
I ain't go to culinary school
But I keep sauce make her blow dick
Fuck you think? I'm holding hands with hoes?
Full throttle, all you niggas' necks
What I'm standing on
Lil' bro be posted in the cut
He need a bandage on
We'll paint yo whole spot up, Michelangelo

Ha ha, yeah, dummy