It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago
We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses, hit it
Driving my wip fast
I'm in the first not last
Smoking that gas
You gon' talk we gon' blast
Wearing my Patek
Buss down
Fuck on my bitch
Tust down
I'm in my city
Shit get littie
Driving my wip
Taking your bitch
Wearing my kicks
Eating some chips
Fuck on a bitch
Hop in four
Close up the door
Shopping Dior
Open the store
Seats on the floor
Ready to go
Baby Audemar wet Aquafina
Hittin' like Ike singing like Tina
Dior on my body sneakers with no creases
They limited baby tell me if you seen 'em
My diamond be dancin'
Paint her face like Marilyn Manson
Quano blew his trial they set him up
Yeah you know what it is tatted up
Talking crazy we beat it up
Yeah I'm Bahled I blow it up
