Fa sho for my homie K.C. That did ten in tha pen 'Bout to spit this for ya fool
These niggas understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that) These niggas don't that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)
I need me a lick, to come up on a G's (How B?) Movin' fuckin' 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 golds and I'm out there
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 for a hundred G's
My people, 'bout to bring us some heavy Snow white Mama me I'ma have to go on that all night flight Fuck breakin' two I'm breakin' Q.B's Ziploc 'em up and 'em to that U.P.T.
seen a triple beam and so much yay On his porch stairs, nothin' but One hundred G's ease now that's no big drama I keep packin' shit to keep lil' Mama Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs But through and thin, V.L. got my back
These don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that) These niggas don't that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)
Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter Let Vamp run 'em all in the Ward U.P.T. K.C. this load on my B.G. (Tear da kee)
Bring me back a hundred G's Nigga get yo (Nigga I got my shit) Ready to cock yo (I'm to pop my shit)
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to When you get to hell, tell 'em I can your map Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna some G's So up wit' baby? (Graduated kees)
We gone make this happen, we gone flood em out Uptown And we gone bring and a bit downtown We ride Lexus 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 might do it for a 5 Nigga I ball and people don't it, 'cuz I don't show it The way to find out is if you come and score it 'Cuz I don't stop with no hoe or no I wear my and get a bucket and keep it on the down low
These niggas don't understand he tha man (And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't that he tha man (And on the down low I'm sellin' birds they tell me that)
out her, money and the powder Nigga move the shit from to Crowder Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass Dope and O.G's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a supreme, young hoes dream Cash rules everything in town, what I mean? Snowin' Alaska, wanted in Nebraska Bitch tried to testify I straight her
K's and the ammo, Rambo Got a glock woks and a gram hoe Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Red on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this locked up Fresh the special man A.K.A. Big
These don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)