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Dis dat def shit

Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip
my music for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Every time I do it, u know who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the club
And fa my top cats thats cruisin'
Thats for the serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any don't rock dis
I'm sendin' my dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the buildings behind the locked gates
They do wut they gotta do and at a top rate

Movin dem o's dey pension
We grind til we sittin' on 24 inches
My niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta Im'a u know just how I do it

Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip
my music for the boyz with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club

Im the shit you say Im not
I keep white keep purp like a box
Aay, and got a nice whipped and I can't lie
Shit I could coke on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can it go
If I move it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the bullets my gun spread
Sippin' hard u down on the corn bread

I droppin the mix
Hit the pot like a Edward and 8 bricks
Yup, in my white tee so u I keep it white
And I keep like a traffic light

Make my for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the club

Yo pimpin', u who it be its B.U.N to the little b
One hundred and one percent gangsta my pedagree
Movin thru yo city a muthafuckin mayor
Hate on me nigga like I care

Im the king of the trill, got the in a head lock
A head busta piece so heads up I keep the cocked
Sellin' mo than u could stuff in a bread box
And keep on pushin even when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I stand up fo the
Im holdin the underground just like a nigga should
UGK and DFB we do it fo the
Dem d boyz in the trap holdin work it cocked
It stop

I make my music for the servin' J's, servin' j's
The bitches in the shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block
Fo' the ones that'll ya head off ya shoulders

Thats gangsta I doin fo the
And the in the hood on erry type of drug
Shipped across the from purp to the cola
I hustle spreewells fa three ten and molderz

Pond niggaz, keep a couple handguns
Chopper in the and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test u test son
My motive is to a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my music for the with the O's
The old pro's in the strip club