Fa sho for my homie K.C. just did ten in tha pen 'Bout to spit game for ya fool
niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that) These don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)
I need me a lick, to come up on a G's (How B?) Movin' these kees (Where B?) Run 'em in U.P.T. (And who run 'em?) Tha and my B.G.
You beat 'em (That is my lady) Four and I'm out there baby
I hit my for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and G's (And yo profit?) A lick for a G's
My people, baby 'bout to bring us heavy Snow white Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all flight breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's Ziploc 'em up and send 'em to U.P.T.
Never seen a triple beam and so yay On his porch stairs, but mail One G's with ease now that's no big drama I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs But through thick and thin, V.L. got my
niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that) These niggas understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that)
Fuckin' these kees down to quarter kees Let Vamp run 'em all in the Ward U.P.T. K.C. drop load on my B.G. (Tear da kee)
Bring me back nigga a G's get yo shit (Nigga I got my shit) Ready to cock yo (I'm to pop my shit)
I'ma yo breath, introduce you to death you get to hell, tell 'em I can follow your map Tired of flippin' hustlas, I wanna flip some G's So what's up baby? (Graduated kees)
We gone make this shit happen, we gone em out Uptown And we gone bring and a bit downtown We Lexus with interiors, MoMos or Cameros got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5 (Got the for 11-5)
Come to the B.G. I do it for a even 5 Nigga I ball and people know it, 'cuz I don't show it The only way to find out is if you come and it 'Cuz I don't stop no hoe or no show I wear my and get a bucket and keep it on the down low
These don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that) These niggas don't understand he tha man (And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)
Never out her, money and the Nigga move the from Uptown to Crowder Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass Dope fiends and O.G's to take a tango
in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream Cash rules everything in town, what I mean? Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Bitch to testify I straight blast her
K's and the ammo, Rambo Got a glock some and a gram hoe Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Red on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this locked up Manny Fresh the man A.K.A. Big
These niggas don't that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that) These niggas don't understand he tha man (And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)