Joey Galaxy 4th Of July
(Intro)
KE, wuddup nigga?
Young Ca$h
Joey Galaxy
Win Squad
The 4th of July
(Verse)
I hop in back my Mercedes Benz and a ride hoe
Meet David Lynch and 2 bad hoes from Tallyho
Both keys in the door, man I scrape her mythical
Gold rims, gold chains but I’m racked up and I’m flexin hoe
Made it pop, 125, I’m in the trunk nigga
Call that nigga Pain, told him fill me one of them blunts, nigga
Growing up from that boy Ca$h, get hit with that punk nigga
I’m low key in my city but I stunt, I stunt nigga
In VIP with that Rose, my whole team with that Rose
My cherry shot and I’m papered up and I owe it all to my oh yay
My baby color is red, right I got real niggas on the blue side… who do ride
We kill every club we go to nigga, homicide
(Hook)
Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride by
Smoking California, getting high
Nothing but bad bitches in this VI
Pick on the bottles after 4th of july
We poppin bottles
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
(Verse)
Money still flyin everywhere
Win Squad, we everywhere
Yall pussy niggas ain’t never there
Duvall, LA, ATL, Kansas City
Real niggas gon link up
And we taking over in every city
Order up some mo bottles
So here come the fireworks
Haters watching from the outside but they know we keep them fireworks
Bitches know that I ball cos they done see my proud work
You showin love and I’m showin love
Young Ca$h, that’s how I work
In Vegas with them babies
Tryin to make my money double
Get club dreams with the whole team,
In MIA with my nigga trouble
But that’s mo bottles, mo squakles
You know we done ran through a couple rights
Posted that shit on Instagram and then instantly I got 1000 likes
(Hook)
Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride by
Smoking California, getting high
Nothing but bad bitches in this VI
Pick on the bottles after 4th of july
We poppin bottles
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
(Verse)
In the VI blowin herb, a half of hash and sip a herb
Murder blow some that serve, most these hoes know I don’t work
Pullin up in foreign whips, ride the bike that’s pullin a cow
This main hoe all on my dick
You never think she go with dough
Doin them sparkles on the way, it look like Independence Day
Hoes startin to starin hard like dibs on the interstate
Lames try to ease in close and affiliate
But they don’t get admission, we is just who am in the streets
Moet Rose out the bottle – my drink of choice
Pourin shots to supermodels, they blisten moist
Some energy, the real McCoy
Like a loose dog, I’m off the chain
LeBron James, run him in the pain
Plenty bottles, plenty bang
(Hook)
Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride by
Smoking California, getting high
Nothing but bad bitches in this VI
Pick on the bottles after 4th of july
We poppin bottles
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows