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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 Chevy 44 on the
a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, trunk loaded 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, they best fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull over in home my cousin and B
And they hide me in they home while they looking for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

right, monster ride sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of the Braves played
The engine running like Vick, with the 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' I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the life, windows up, in the clouds
up the console, that's where I got my gun
Right next to that, get bag and roll another one

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

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street me
'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef wit me
Half never seen a G in a cap in my V

Ten screens falling, my watch it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to my purple lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, 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