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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
big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys
Wit the made millionaire Cash Money boys

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

A bunch of real niggas that'll ya
With no waitin' catch ya slippin' jam ya up
Slangin' weight no thang for me
Play by the or shit I'll kill yo' family

what I do
Bust ya wide open
And split ya fade
And them all

Moves from the 'K
Turk play when it's time to get serious
Think, I'm a hoe
Keep it that way and curious

Niggas be shoutin' one but wearin' black gloves
Some 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' money spot

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

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

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

But is where it's at
Playboy won't you me how you luv that?
you tell me how you luv that?

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

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

with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with CMR gon' make me some millions
I can see it, I'm a 'em
And build me and
And put some to the side 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' Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin' gauge and you wish he have

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

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

How come try me
Never me block burner
Better watch for shorty in black
Nigga get

'Bout to make my 40 click clack
kill it
It's yo
It

Playin' the realest
Pop fire a skillet
Now what the dilly
Highly influenced on

I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a
deliver him 50 shots
And his child

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

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

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

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

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

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

A discussion amongst men means a move
Is to be made for a come-up fool
Slang that iron you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money on the bitch

We be on twanky, twankies
Playa get found stanky, stanky
Trickin' fat of that danky, danky
Big rangs on our panky, panky

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