Lace it up (feat. Syklon 208)

I call her up (I call her up)
She hit the button (she hit the button)
Ain't no frontin' (ain't no frontin')
Is we fuckin'? (Bitch, we fuckin')
Bitch, you bugging, don't lead a nigga on
Put it on a nigga strong, show a nigga something (right now)

Girl, you fire (girl, you fire)
I feel the fever (I feel the fever)
Heater, heater, Mister Meter
Cleaver with a teacher feature
Ooh, ooh, who is you? I'm finna do ya in the booth
I got the smoke too, I'm 'bout to smoke you

Tell me what you want (what you want)
I'll give you what you need (what you need)
I got the Percy's on deck, ooh-wee
Fuckin' saying that it fucked me, freaked me so good
I pop a addy, drop the addy, I'ma slide with that good-good (woo!)
Herbal essence and a Backwood, Maryjane my main thang
My slang change when she in range
I be shooting at a target like I'm in a gun range (brrr)
If it's seen, ain't a damn thing gon' change

So lace it up (lace it up), fill that blunt (fill that blunt)
Hash cash in the back, fill it up (now fill that shit up)
So lace it up (fill it up), fill that blunt (fill it up)
Hash cash in the back (fill it up), fill it up (fill it up)
So lace it up (lace it up), fill that blunt (fill that blunt)
Hash cash in the back, fill it up (now fill that shit up)
So lace it up (fill it up), fill that blunt (fill it up)
Hash cash in the back (fill it up), fill it up (fill it up)

Folks gone off some different shit
Beefing and fightin' over a stupid bitch
I just did a hit it and dip
I ain't tripping on it, I be pimpin' on it
Look at these clean fleece, I be steppin' honest
The blunt make a nigga feel flawless
That's right, this nigga right here, he feeling flawless
Check the paw prints not a dirty dog but is she flirting, though
I'm a flirt, though, so I'ma murder hoes (ooh!)

She gotta roll those back woods
Looking like a blunt with a gut or a pregnant hoe
But I don't want none of those (bitch) (man, fuck that shit)
Bitch, we don't love you hoes
We lace it up though

So lace it up (lace it up), fill that blunt (fill that blunt)
Hash cash in the back, fill it up (now fill that shit up)
So lace it up (fill it up), fill that blunt (fill it up)
Hash cash in the back (fill it up), fill it up (fill it up)
So lace it up (lace it up), fill that blunt (fill that blunt)
Hash cash in the back, fill it up (now fill that shit up)
So lace it up (fill it up), fill that blunt (fill it up)
Hash cash in the back (fill it up), fill it up (fill it up)

Here we go, 'boutta hit 'em with a killer flow
Better know that fools Syko is still a Loc
And you know that vatos still down to fuckin' poke (fuckin' poke)
Any motherfucker thinkin' that he gon' step and I'ma choke
Well, fuck that, you know that we get it poppin'
All these bitches steppin' up, and we got all these panties droppin'
Now they know that I be poppin' and they all tryna cop it
And you know I be that motherfucker tellin' them to stop it

We keep it pimpin' and limpin' up on these bitches
Motherfuckers thinking that they bad then they just turn to snitches
Always switchin' on the homies, but we never been bout that shit
And you know all my homies be down with this rap click
One, three, VLG coming from the double C
Motherfuckers thinking that they bad, but they don't trouble me
I just spit this shit off the top of the done (off the top)
Better know motherfucker it's that ese Syklon (Syklon 208)

We laced up, J-Dubb and the Syklon
Yeah, we laced to hanging you lames up
We never gon' change up, still keeping that thang tucked
Simon, we laced up
Don't forget you kickin' it wit J-Dubb
We up in the muck, if you comin' up
Watch out 'bout to get stuck, laced up