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