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(featuring Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)

(*talking*)
Slim uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the N Blue

Thug]
Mic 1-2, 1-2
Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N
Slim T, H-U to the G
Bout to get this shit jumping, it's 'pose to be
I keep the dro close to me, in the party mode
And get thoed, when the hand of hold
We like the kind, that blow pound for
Rolling town to town, Boss with the top down
sound, got the streets on hit
And all the bopping hoes, on
And all the hating sick, cause we blew up quick
Same boys that we grew up with, to get the shit
That Slim get, cause Slim's the
And so is his click, and so is his
We off fast, shot from cross the bricks
So you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy
Throw peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy

- 2x]
What you know about, them South Hoggs
What you know about, them Outlawz
you know about, my gangsta crew ha
What you know about, them Boyz N Blue

[Chris
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them N Blue
It's the yellow bone puller, from the Boule'
You know me, and I stay gon full of
Blazing and dazing, off that purple
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that drank
I'm bout to introduce you, to the and soda
Cause know how we do, we put our syrup in soda
Your girl controller, smell this fresh herb I up
When you you choke, and your eyes look swoll up
They me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name
It's common like catching a Colombian, with a of caine
I'm hot, so hot I could a flame
You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some
I'm perving mayn, I swerve through lanes
Blessing the ghettos, with my herb and slang
M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn
Why rain on em, when I form a hurricane nigga

- 2x]

[Sir
Now I'm a young money maker, low cake baker
Break a hoe a pimp, cause I'm not your savior
Paint wet a sailor, when I'm flipping in gator
Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you
All these hoes trying to date us, see we with vapor
Young nigga getting money, never my paper
Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and
I'ma break off the breaker, I know they hating
Throwing bows I fold, ain't no escaping
over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking
These tracks, how you I got these stacks
Hustle on the block, moving my cheese
Busting at the cops, I squeeze gats
Thugging till I'm out, Roxenette
I'm on your mouth, if you stop green backs
rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs

- 4x]