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nigga, 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

See me in a Chevy 44 on the seat
With a quarter or a blow get low we see
No tag, no license, trunk with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

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

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

The hell I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12
Back in the with the same bomb serving drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's
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 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, pull up on some hoes old Natty
I said I'm Pimp Squad ho what's
Westside get them panties, snap, she asked me can I do the Taffy
I said I do it to the pussy happy

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

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

Thats right, monster ride 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 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

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

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

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

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watch it on me
Ridin' Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me
linen clean on me, the whole zone 3 on me
Waffle 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 am I s'posed to go, hey