And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
He said he fuckin'' wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga
First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin'
We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
We set up shops and watched the games begin
Ayo why don't you tell that crack head
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Yo go get the plates and the gym star
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
The shit was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!"
Leavin' nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
So now we ballin' like a motherfucker, money was sick
Throwin' a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
But when I get back, I'm a bounce straight to your crib
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
And said his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelin's no more
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the latest rentals
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
I laugh knowin' that my stash'll never be found
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
With the biggest ass
That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good actin'
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
After all of that I wanted ones
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like
From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
To close the fuckin' door and shut the fuck up
The way my nigga was talkin' so next trip I went to bounce with son
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash, house was at
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all
The whole town, see we now own it
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
Yeah, see how we blowin' pa
Carryin' on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
We used to takin' niggas' custies and leave they set up on tilt
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in fact?
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin'
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that
We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy
Travel safe, you know that I'm a hold it down on the strip
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
Not a problem so immediately reach for the John
Fuck this shit
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
Break the fuckin'' breakdown in the working city
More the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut
And how they stay wit four pounders
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin' wit gats
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin' the dick
Doin' hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Just like a thief in the night
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
Good lookin', word to mother son I give you my wit
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
Like they ain't obvious out of towners
We stackin' cheddar now and shit is all clear
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
Word, I started buggin' when my nigga said he feel cold
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own shit
And we was growin' as workin' niggas wit aspiring ideas
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
Washrags hangin' from every one of our back pockets
Rockin' baseball fitters with wild animal skins on 'em
He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
Fuckin' everything from the local McDonald's bitches
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay
And spread the word that we was back with the white
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to judge
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini
And speak American to try to blend in
