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Man, why these niggas hatin' on hypnotize and Cash Money?
Man, these niggas!

What's up
It's gold girl and these platinum-mouth boys
These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6
Wit the self made millionaire Cash boys

You done with the wrong nigga
Must they know I ride and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil'
You got a click so what my click thicker

A bunch of real niggas burn ya
With no waitin' catch ya then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no for me
by the rules or shit I'll kill yo' family

That's I do
ya chest wide open
And split ya nigga
And all frozen

Moves the 'K nigga
Turk don't when it's time to get serious
Think, I'm a hoe
Keep it that way and curious

Niggas be shoutin' one love but black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house for play
Them shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks glocks and touchin' niggas money spot

And breakin' bread with the who put 'em in that spot
These niggas wanna trick hoes
And play with they
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin'

Nigga, I done more cars
Than niggas bought pussy hoes
And more rims than niggas
Done fucked they hoe in they assholes

3-6 told me to and unload
But nigga that
I'm tryin' to stack and
And deal with Universal shoulda showed that

But Uptown is where at
won't you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you tell me how you luv

We be on some twanky,
hatas get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat blunts of danky, danky
Big diamond on our panky, panky

We be on some twanky,
hatas get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat blunts of danky, danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky,

with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with CMR gon' me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And me and building
And put some money to the for my mom and my children

with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my nigga and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted windows on my candy cut dawg
It's a classy nigga, fuck

I'm representin' Northern to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when ain't no bullets
And when that starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a holdin' gauge and you wish he would have

Rolled by yo' mama and put her in a coma
'Cuz niggas gone on Hennessey and Marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner
In that game slangin' came to you blood
It's on,

They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil'
Champagne my brain, I don't think I just aim
tops on a Z-3
Start shootin' like 3

How them try me
know me block burner
Better for lil' shorty in black
Nigga get

'Bout to make my glock 40 clack
Brrr it
yo Life
It

Playin' with the
Pop fire like a
Now what the dilly
influenced on Cristal

I'm warnin' you to the set because it gets wild
I be as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50
And take his

bitch I dare ya
I double dare ya against this pot belly
Bitches try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them try to make moves but I knock 'em out

2nd step ya'll need more help
2 in his mouth
Face it when shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live it or get killed with it

are my dice
This is my I let you roll off
And how you have ice
When I cut fuckin' water off

We be on twanky, twankies
hatas get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat blunts of that danky,
Big diamond on our panky, panky

the project nigga, roll back I own them bricks
Kickin' with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Wayne
North Memphis, Uptown and we havin'

Ain't no thang when ya come real ya shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin'
We in our prime puttin' in players never rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad

A discussion men means a power move
Is about to be made for a fool
Slang that iron you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash on the rise bitch

We be on some twanky,
hatas get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat of that danky, danky
Big diamond on our panky, panky

We be on some twanky,
hatas get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat blunts of that danky,
Big rangs on our panky, panky