Y'all better try to blind me
To hand them close to the dopeman, God damn 'em
Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to come and wrestle me
I'm blastin' laws at random 'cause I believe it's time
If I catch a fuckin' case [unverified] when the feds in town
God damn, it's been two motherfuckin' months
They got my two best workers
I took my jewelry to the pawn shop and sold it
You gots to do your own nails
'Cause they're gonna be on y'all ass every day and night
So, if y'all thinkin' about checkin'
Word on the streets is that they're rollin'
Rollin' on some white balls and hubcaps
Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a switch-blade
And y'all cribs in y'all momma's name
'Cause in my yard is a big ass, I got yale sign
And show his badge, I'm sorry to inform you
I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the closet
My fools run in with your glock up
It's time to get this motherfucker back up
To see your child be born
So, y'all hoes can't find me
No more clownin' in this town bro'
And if they even think they see five-o, they duck
And told my boys,"If a nigga looks crazy
I don't need no shit with these bitch-made
I got niggaz on the corner holdin' big ass bags and cans of crack
On secret and there's no rest
No high-cappin' in the clubs, I got to play them on a down-low
It's time for Tony Montana stacks
Brought the money to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it
In Dynasties [unverified] I-ROCs [unverified]
Goin' all out of tact on the local bird slaggin' brothaman
It's seems the drug situation is so tow up
And remind me of the jail time
And throw my game in a suplex
I told my niggaz to make sure that all their shit was tight
And Caravans and muthafuckas are swolen
To my last love
Fuck all this waitin' man
So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is happy with a frown
'Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my last clip
'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in town
Don't give him a chance to identify"
Like paper stacks and a rubberband
And be servin' as slow as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous
Blasts his ass in the eye
Before you take me for my damn drugs
And poes down the fuckin' T-X had to show up
'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his face
And even though I got long nails
Tryin' to run all kind of game, so, put y'all motherfuckin' cars
I got shit on the scene so 99 can't hassle me
No more French manicures bitch
Got the birds and reopen my lab back up
That shit is funky like a black skunk
'Cause bitch, I'm ready to die from my tight lights
The land of Texas with that rock up
If your girl is pregnant, you ain't gon' live
Since I took my Rolex from under my sleeve
So, we can have it all night, fight
I took my tags off my buick and y'all know I didn't love that
These hoes act like they ain't go never leave
At the P.A.P.D. that's on my dick
I let them motherfuckers slack up, reorganize my click
