Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline
Doesn't even meddle when the dog pedal to the floor
I know y'all softer than them feathers
Why y'all laughin'? Ay y'all laugh
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
I pack Berettas, never bust in their ear
You niggas them cats thata call these on me
Roll day on the strip, S.K in the crib
Floss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked out
Ya upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfucker
I'm in the Porsche box with fox, listen and watch
I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than your man
While they goin' to work
And I know jigga see me here to lay down shit
Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gat sit back
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDs
36 south thugs, stay on route thugs
I supply it now, by the pound
The red, the yellow, the green, 'causin' traffic stops
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, fox got that shit
This shit is slowed down, I bet that
Then I show all them to plead and breeze past the cops
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches
Eight cylinder, screamin' "Fuck the law"
You see how we play, pop Cris on the E way
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine
You know my style, I be spinnin' they calves
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck tryin' to aim
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
Switch the double R, the double Rs are, gotta get that
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock
Cats? I fouls on hoes? I styles on, nigga
You want a challange get a broad to every angle
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak
Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with glee
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
Motherfucker die clean before you actin' tought cat
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
Bitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
I tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the street
And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recrute this
Shit, I'm in the B Twinz ballin' them tramps
I'm routin' down south, for my aim it to score
Sassy fox some brick money, caught me a drop
Buggy eye seven come out shit, took the six pack
Honey crack valve playin' the binge
You talk slick, suck dick for money in y'all hand
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit
Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up
Who wanna believe they pump bleek with 'renaline?
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles foxes
War still gray, Lexus GS4
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
You pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
Chanel, Crocodile, ostrich shit, whoa
I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores
Then 'cuz Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round
Shirt be poked out, when the slums know eight
Niggas flashin' that money like it's they money
You know na na rock that shit, perrot that shit
And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat, get that?
Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range roll dot six that
'Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
'Cuz I listen to the lox and I to watch
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
And scotch that shit, don't see about that shit
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
My gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on me
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash
That get stuffed in the rear
Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P
Cris? I pops it fuckin' a nigga topless
Slack 500 on back of a tree twenty
Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown
Benz Coupe, drop six that
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fair
Catch 'em early in the mornin'
We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'linas
You know how you play, quiet towns and tie 'em down
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
But in your heart you scream
Witcha town underseige, Dillenger in your sleave
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Bust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shit
While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
My flow drew out like a old nigga toothless
Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?
While you get your knees scraped up, come all over your glands
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum ass
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
I read your body languo you want balance and a water mangle
Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick
To remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shit
