DJ U-Neek - Cedar Plank Salmon lyrics

[Intro] Stop f**in' frontin' man (I'll f** you up) Stop f**in' frontin' I'll hit you with my car (I'll smack the sh** out you) Put your f**in', I won't put you in the trunk n***a I'll put your f**in' head under the hood (f** you up) [Verse 1] They love us, date us, hate us, then become spectators Minked out, rockin' some fresh gators, we chess players Street mayors, max rayers, silk-covered statues Cashmere consultants radiantly comin' at you Shout out to the white guy, Dave Stacks, and Hologram Take it back to '98, hammers on the dollar van My n***as move with honor man, plus we move with all my fam Shout out to my n***a gam, I do this sh** but I'm a fan I still love it when some real sh** drops Convertible raps, you're 'bout to see this real sh** pops When done correctly, especially by Queens n***as that's 'bout it Back me down, I doubt it, smack up faces when I'm crowded On my low sh**, always, four fifth, raw haze Shout out to my n***as stayin' up hustlin' for days I did that, peace out kid, I feel your struggle But now I see further than that, just like the Hubble Never the type to steal a hubcap, f** that This is boss sh**, floss sh** we thug rap Clams and Moet for breakfast, n***a we does that Might've seen me and Wilson in the Colosseum Buyin' every tennis size 12 right when we see 'em Scallops from Japan, but the whips European Have this monuments and documents, the crib's like a museum Barbecue Korean, got the grill built in the table Ridin' dirty, 25 hammers just some able Turn your buildin' to the Hard Rock Cafe 'Bout 200 thousand in the black attaché Keep it in the briefcase If that's lawyer money, it'll be a brief case Laurenovich, f** you