We gone do it this From the All the way to the 305 MIA capital, nigga Yeah, the Boyz N Da
The is bitches The pussy I keep in my The niggas keep They know I'll be rockin' my
G's keep They know I'll be shootin' to 'em The Boyz N Da distribute the product
My niggas get I'm and chillin' in Pradas a 9 to 5 We just do what we gotta
I'm in the Chevy runnin' is proper Don't to close 'Cuz I'm subject to my chopper
We in the streets, in the Who got the weed, got the I got a couple eat, fuck wit me
You don't want to see me off, yeah Fuck until my dicks off, N Da Hood Nigga, is riff ruff
Now I a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it slum Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', 'em in tone Crack rock cocaine, what we keep I'm from You don't me, nigga, come and see where I'm from
Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug in my bum The police to keep 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 some baby And I mean the ones that your babies use
I know I talk about my a lot But I too Give me to nut up about And watch me you
I woke about 6 in the Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin' By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen
From dust to dawn, we stay up in project homes Keep a plastic tone, y'all it bring it on We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo thongs Say a gorilla, say what happened to King Kong
We real makers and this is not ESPN Welcome to the gutter, now the shit fest begin Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm cakes Plus my cakes triple, what that fag
Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I never Granted till my bank statement like social security numbers us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble Catch a digit jersey number if you fumble
I'm gone tote the poll lock and Shoot till you that bow Take my time, speak my mind I'm [Incomprehensible] Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, it
You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us Still keep a kitchen 'Cuz in the midst of the On the way, the crack smell the intermission
Triple beam held hanksty Got some caine colored on the finger nail Chrome black back up til I [Incomprehensible] Saw him walk a thin but it's not a fat red
I'm gone rap for these heads Gats crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack Smokin' on the purple Runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering the work is at
Hoes in the third, still hollerin' where the at in Atlanta, ring the family where they murked at 6:45 am, life's great, got the bacon I'm pancakes, that's right
Where I'm nigga, I'm the man Take him out, break him down like a lap I ain't playin', I got hella my partnas then they got helicopters, that's right Just like my old job but a different, what
I used to at churches chicken But now I cook my to my own kitchen A fork and a glass pocket Try to rob if you get ya ass shot
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin' Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night time our pockets is swollen,
I woke 6 in the mornin' Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin' Hit the block, get the truck rollin', By the night time our is swollen, swollen