HOODCREW: Cop a fresh whip from the dealer, throw the top back and fuck a bitch in the backseat. If ya got racks on racks, rent out the penthouse at the Marriott like a moviestar, pop bottles, pop a thizzle, run a train all through the night wearing nothin but raybanz. But when you’re stuck in Govy working salt crew at six in the morning like molebowl meeks, holler at a sexy racer bz from the whip and get ya noggin swaggggin. Poach the Collins Lake hot tub if you’re looking for a proper spot to hook up. All you need is a doobie for the angry motorcycle nerd and you’re golden.
I lost after reading that one hahah