A bad day for the niggaz in my I just got had a call a bitch At the P.A.P.D. on my dick It's the drug situation is so tow up And down the fuckin' T-X had to show up I got shit on the scene so 99 can't me Now, they got the muthafuckin' feds to and wrestle me
And throw my game in a They got my two best On and there's no rest Word on the is that they're rollin' In [unverified] I-ROCs [unverified] And Caravans and muthafuckas are
paper stacks and a rubberband Goin' all out of tact on the local bird brothaman And be servin' as as fuck 'cause my niggaz are nervous And if they think they see five-o, they duck So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is with a frown the motherfuckin' feds in town
Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for a I don't need no shit with bitch-made No clownin' in this town bro' No high-cappin' in the clubs, I got to them on a down-low I took my off my buick and y'all know I didn't love that Rollin' on some balls and hubcaps
And even though I got nails No more manicures bitch You gots to do your own I told my niggaz to sure that all their shit was tight 'Cause gonna be on y'all ass every day and night
Tryin' to run all kind of game, so, put motherfuckin' cars And y'all cribs in y'all name I took my jewelry to the shop and sold it Brought the to my baby's momma and I told her to hold it 'Cause Lil Bun might not see Big Bun up in his If I catch a fuckin' case when the feds in town
God damn, it's been two months Since I took my Rolex from my sleeve These hoes act like they ain't go never That shit is funky like a skunk Fuck all waitin' man It's time to get this motherfucker up
I let them motherfuckers up, reorganize my click Got the and reopen my lab back up And told my boys,"If a nigga looks his ass in the eye Don't him a chance to identify" And show his badge, I'm to inform you
If your girl is pregnant, you gon' live To see your child be I'm blastin' laws at random 'cause I believe it's To hand close to the dopeman, God damn 'em I'm sick of hiding like a bitch in the
So, hoes can't find me Y'all better try to me And remind me of the jail 'Cause in my yard is a big ass, I got yale time for Tony Montana stacks I got niggaz on the holdin' big ass bags and cans of crack
The land of Texas that rock up So, if thinkin' about checkin' My fools run in your glock up 'Cause, I'm a blast my nine to my clip To my last
Before you take me for my drugs So, we can it all night, fight 'Cause bitch, I'm to die from my tight lights the feds in town