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(Whomp, whomp)
What you for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

Cornbread by the ki, the language you call on a G
cut when you ballin' on me
Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my for zones
He don't communicate Fiend unless you're buildin' a home
Hustler kill on his momma, he short me
Shoot him in his heart go take it to heart, see gon' mob me
Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward
Yes, I issue shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks

Hide the gun if you can't afford
So no tellin' where your boy rots
I employ Rotts that be off the rocks
in fives, like gimme what you got
And still pop a ass from the rooftop
And still catch the 'Kiss performance with The L.O.X.
We real raw, my dog collar signin' the R and R
Fuck me, you blow up with your car like dog

How come I don't in this
You ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
You wanna war? Okay, alright, it on
Touch me, you
(Boy)
I'm a you gaseous
(Uh huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me it
(Woo!)
You play the game raw, I a fuckin' mess
(Blaow!)
You play thug in the streets, I'm wavin' at your
(Nigga)

You heard about me boy, you don't no drama
I make it for you to breathe in the streets
While finessin' your momma, 'coz my mind shawty
While you poppin X, I'ma pop yo' chest
And leave you in the party like soakin' wet
That's what happens when you
In the A-T-L shawty don't be in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your

you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride What you die for? Bounce!
I got bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

What you ride What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

I, lock like a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin' with no, fake nigga
Coast to tossin' hoes with my clique nigga
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'kiss
Dirty money, the way for this nigga
Hustle hustle, tryin' to be a rich nigga
If I get up, I'll never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin' charge it all to a bitch nigga

my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin' with me is like, jumpin' off a cliff
And I practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure from my brain to my lips nigga
Sticky takes my mind on a trip nigga
In I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em in New York, they call 'em whips nigga
One baby, Eightball gotta dip nigga
Uh, uh, uh uh uh

Uh, uh, yo when I'm loadin' the clips, niggaz I hate, be on 'em
That's why I stopped coppin' the guns safeties on 'em
I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch
With the mac, servin' "Eightballs" and up
You wanna know why is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin' on is in they late
Bitches see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and
If they hustle throw some hard or powder at 'em
This is for my South

Gold and ice in they mouth niggaz
ride out niggaz
Everybody gon' the bitches
Until they realize, bullets gon' the stitches
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact
Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em though
you ride for? What you die for?
'Cause I got some and some bitches that's my word that I kill for

you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

What you ride for? you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp)
you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)