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(featuring Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)

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

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

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

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

- 2x]

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

- 4x]