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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

See me ridin' in a 44 on the seat
With a or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, loaded with D
Fulton in D where we know it to be

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, best stop fuckin' wit me
I'm pull over in born home my cousin and B
And gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me

Hey we the superstars, couple Chevy's pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap rock stars
We're puttin' fear in cowards hearts, they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' just because

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
in the spot with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, dead on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, pull up on some hoes from old
I I'm Pimp Squad ho what's happenin'
Westside get panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do it to make the happy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, step inside sweeter continue
Ya airing for a little fender
Baby just remember, it quick
These kind of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a kush Chevy, well, at least that's what it smells like
Hit the gas, blue blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos wanna for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you me Ike

Thats right, ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound a stadium, you would of thought the Braves played
The engine like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey

Ain't no tellin' where I'm goin', less I'm out
Sittin' on the high life, up, in the clouds
Open up the console, where I got my gun
Right next to that, get that bag and roll one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, killers on the west earn stripes
Make money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having wit me
Half seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten falling, my Chevy watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
House Charger, yellow, black I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go, hey