I'm dro, choppin' O's knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya ain't around You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a clip When we started choppin' O's off in this empty
See I was, in the track, and my back is the target With a on my side lookin' like I'm layin' carpets See you flip it you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable On my way, to I-20 nigga I play in Decatur
See I'm ridin' and I'm on twenty dollar bills 'Cause we, only got that gold; you buy regular around here true to the prestige and the economic status I still stacked 100 G's in my momma's attic
Stackin' Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a as my tooley On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that up
I'm smokin' dro, O's Beat knockin' the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm dro, choppin' O's knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
You I-20 ridin' Regal's - cuttin' cutters my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit A big body Chevy on the, chrome pretty If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin'
On my system knock so loud, they call the on me Ladies that ass proud, and make it drop for me is how a nigga ride, in A.T.L. And if the drop pull me over, I hide the scales
Blowin' dro out the song booth, with tinted clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it Got my pushed way back, arm out the window Niggaz quick to a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible]
I push a Range and my Fate in S.S. Impala Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' follow Gettin for the summer get your cars out and fix it When it to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga
I'm smokin' dro, O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze nigga I'm smokin' dro, O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' I'm smokin' dro, O's Ridin' dirty, paint, lookin' purty
Yo, gotta get that off my back, sir I'm dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir Where the fuck you at when them bitty animals attack, sir? I'm in the trap and when I get caught up in a relax, sir
like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is and now So pot-ent now the track is
So and be happy to be nappy and snappin' Just keep on but nobody comes af-ter me One hit the blunt then I stop drop, roll Really wanna fuck with the glock, glock? No
They so better hit that block, slow On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go You watch this Georgia tech' blow If I don't get some of wet wet wet wet dro
I'm smokin' dro, O's Beat with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm dro, choppin' O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm smokin' dro, O's Beat knockin' with the big choppin' nigga I'm dro, choppin' O's dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty