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