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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 am I s'posed 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 with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we 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 gonna pull in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' 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 with stars
puttin' fear in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the in quarters, bustin' shots just because

The hell I about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, the cops, another 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 daddy, pull up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm 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

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

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least that's it smells like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all hos wanna lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat pussy 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 Vick, with the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my

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

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

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

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all 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
down Simpson, 'bout to waste 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