Dey Partna

Who the fuckin' retard that kicked me out my spot
On the interstate, he cut me off, Now he really pissed me off
Got me twisted off the sauce, Smokin' hella bud
With my bros and my cousins, Slidin' through Bonner park

This liquor got me hot, and it's hot outside, I hate myself, a clip by my side
While I ride, that's a bloody death, Pitch black, deer outside
It's bout to be a bloody mess, If I catch this guy, no lie
It'll be his
And I don't even wanna talk about it
If gangstas move in silence, I be one have silence bout em
And have his block mad, like people wanna riot bout em
Like when I tell y'all I spot him, then you know I got him
Dis shotty body make his ass wet the floor, Then let that thang-thang go, I suggest you know

Or get turned to a vegetable, Cause real talk
I can make a nigga move

I can make them move, make them stand up
And put they motherfuckin' hands up
Whatever you wanna do, we can stand up
But I'd rather be countin' rubber bands up
I can run to dude like holla
Whatever beef u with, squash it
And they gon' listen, cause I'm partna,
Why not, cause I'm dey partna

Big bro told me to get yo hitta
Fresh as hell, but still might pull a lick nigga
Fuck a dog up, might pull a Vick nigga
Fresh and fly baby, but still a go-getter
I heard you ran from those niggas
How you big boss and clockin' figures

I bet when you fly its coach nigga
You gon' make me hit you in yo throat nigga
Get out the way, get out the way bitch
Get out the way, ho
bumpin' ludacris

I ain't new to this, play with mine
And I'll buss you in ya tuna fish
Man I miss, juugin and movin
Hit her with the game, now she leanin' and choosin'

Got me in the room, now she feindin' and dude-in
I'm bout my bread, ho I ain't even in the mood-in'

I can make a move, make em stand up
And put they motherfuckin' hands up
Whatever you wanna do, we can stand up
But I'd rather be countin rubber bands up
I can run to dude like holla
Whatever beef you wit, squash it
And they gon' listen, cause I'm partna
And why not, cause Im dey partna