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