out Whip brand new, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Windows Tinted out I-I-I'm the man m-my beats is crazy You want my sounds, you gotta pay me But
And running, running And- In this context there?s no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect From
runnin' runnin' And runnin' runnin' and In this context, there's no disrespect So when I bust my rhyme, you break yo necks We got 5 minutes for us to
-8's, 2-0-2's, I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and
I brought a stick and its made for Welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole Aye ho you know I got that A-1 Yayo and I'm quick to slang one Jumping niggas like
you want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my, huh, won't jump off When all the streets need is j-jump off J-jump j-jump
' them slugs on you fools Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas stay cool One eighty seven, you think that you
's them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin'
't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors [Unverified] on Sunday Never know I might bust on you
shoot 'em Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club If any of you niggas get pumped Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin
Is you wit me Llocc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I
you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps Nigga rollin hard, stackin paper like trump And I ain't give a fuck I told you that from the jump Didn
I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask
they don't want none If you think you want some, then go ahead and come It ain't where you at, you stupid bitch, it's where you from And comin' through
to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do
you acting it up I can prove you ain't as real as what you claiming to be You the king on your block, but you ain't shit in DC You ain't shit off in the
-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You
