We gone do it this the A-T-L All the way to the 305 MIA capital, nigga Yeah, the N Da Hood
The bizness is The pussy I in my pocket The keep watchin' They I'll be rockin' my watches
G's keep They know I'll be shootin' to 'em The N Da Hood distribute the product
My get slizzard I'm smokin' and in Pradas a 9 to 5 We gone do what we gotta
I'm in the Chevy Everything is proper Don't to close 'Cuz I'm to [Incomprehensible] my chopper
We in the streets, in the Who got the weed, got the I got a couple eat, fuck wit me
You want to see me pissed off, yeah Fuck until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Nigga, this is riff
Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm it slum Six at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone Crack rock cocaine, what we keep I'm from You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from
Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug in my bum The police tryin' to the concrete on my palm But I got to do And I got to move, okay
But y'all are for 4 mil You can get for 2 and try to play me dude And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes And I mean the ones that your babies use
I know I talk my niggas a lot But I too Give me to nut up about And me shoot you
I woke about 6 in the get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the night time our is swollen, swollen
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the night time our pockets is swollen,
dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes Keep a plastic tone, y'all want it it on We'll up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to Kong
We play makers and this is not ESPN Welcome to the gutter, now watch the fest begin Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm cakes Plus my cakes triple, what that fag
Fuckin' just to stay awake, sure I never stumble Granted till my bank statement look like social security Call us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas Catch a digit jersey number if you fumble
I'm gone tote the poll and load till you hear that bow Take my time, speak my like I'm [Incomprehensible] Got a slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it
You can kill too, a lot of us got feds at us Still keep a kitchen 'Cuz in the of the caine On the way, the crack smell the intermission
Triple beam hand held Got caine stain colored on the finger nail Chrome dished back up til I [Incomprehensible] Saw him walk a line but it's not a fat red
I'm gone rap for packed heads Gats crack, sells sex and blacks that want to mils Smokin' on the stack Runnin' in yo house wondering where the work is at
Hoes in the third, hollerin' where the purses at Phone in Atlanta, the family where they murked at 6:45 am, life's great, got the bacon I'm cookin' pancakes, that's
Where I'm nigga, I'm the man Take him out, him down like a lap dance I ain't playin', I got hella Call my then they got helicopters, that's right Just my old job but a lil' different, what
I used to at churches chicken But now I my chicken to my own kitchen A kitchen and a glass pocket Try to rob if you get ya ass shot
I woke about 6 in the Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night time our is swollen, swollen
I woke about 6 in the get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin' Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the night time our is swollen, swollen