Yeah!!!
How can I explain this game?
Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
Me and my dreams of gettin' the world crunk
The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills
Smokin' on the best of the best
When you see me you know I'm fresh
In the black lambo, I aint ridin' there hoe
Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don't give a fuck
Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear
In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
Listen hear, this fo all yall niggaz bitin' my flow
Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin' like I don't know
Yeah!, there's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)
I been watchin' these niggaz from a fog
My best friend left me with some dope in his car
So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
I represent niggaz smokin' dro', actin' wild (Ya feel me now?)
I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old
Hop in the club with no I.D. no nigga here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3, r e s p e c t
V.I.P. bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street
Tryin' to find me a bitch I can check
Probably be the bitch on the deck
Better yet, I'ma slap a bitch ass nigga, a fuck ass nigga, ol bitin' ass nigga
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin', Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Wellah haaaa)
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)
Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
Me and my dreams of gettin' the world crunk
The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills
Smokin' on the best of the best
When you see me you know I'm fresh
In the black lambo, I aint ridin' there hoe
Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don't give a fuck
Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear
In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
Listen hear, this fo all yall niggaz bitin' my flow
Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin' like I don't know
Yeah!, there's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)
I been watchin' these niggaz from a fog
My best friend left me with some dope in his car
So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
I represent niggaz smokin' dro', actin' wild (Ya feel me now?)
I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old
Hop in the club with no I.D. no nigga here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3, r e s p e c t
V.I.P. bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street
Tryin' to find me a bitch I can check
Probably be the bitch on the deck
Better yet, I'ma slap a bitch ass nigga, a fuck ass nigga, ol bitin' ass nigga
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin', Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Wellah haaaa)
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin'?
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin'
Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'
Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Omar Murray, Trevor Smith, Erick S. Sermon, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe, Reggie Noble, Jamal Phillips
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Look Up in the Sky (Remix)
- Look Up In the Sky (feat. Khujo & Smoky Joe) - Single
- Ready for War (Special Edition)
- Attitude Adjuster 2 (Special Edition)
- Attitude Adjuster 1 & 2 (Special Edition)
- Attitude Adjuster (Special Edition)
- Burn (feat. Noochie, Ras Kass & Torae) - Single
- I Said What I Said
- Redemption
- Enemy of the State
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