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

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

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

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

what I do
Bust ya chest wide
And split ya nigga
And all frozen

from the 'K nigga
Turk don't play when it's to get serious
Think, I'm a hoe
it that way and stay curious

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck with 3-6 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 money to the side for my mom and my

Ridin' with my Rambezee, to the easy
for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut
a classy nigga, fuck ya'll

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

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

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

How come try me
Never know me burner
Better for lil' shorty in black
get back

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

Playin' with the
Pop like a skillet
Now nigga what the
Highly on Cristal

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

Punk bitch I ya
I double dare ya step this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ready
Weak ass cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out

2nd ones step ya'll need help
2 barrels in his
Face it this 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 board I let you off
And how you gon' ice
When I cut fuckin' water off

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

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

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

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

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

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