Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Going down.
Going down.
Yeah.
Huh.
Big man is man.
That's right.
Huh.
Huh.
Yeah.
You back up on these haters for the 06.
06.
Doing it like some player.
Yeah.
Yeah.
All that finger snapping, protesting.
Ha ha.
Y'all know what this is.
What a gangsta's act.
Ha.
Come on.
Look, chill.
Hold up.
You got a pill messed up.
Chill.
You got a pill messed up.
You got a p*** messed up.
Look, chill.
Hold up, you gotta pi*** messed up.
Ain't my fault that you don't know.
You got a pill messed up.
Look, chill.
Hold up, you gotta p*** messed up.
You got a pill messed up.
You gotta p**** messed up.
Look, chill.
Hold up, you got a pill messed up.
Ain't my fault that you broke up.
Ain't my fault I'm in b---- with B**** Thugg.
And got your baby mama on these thangs.
She losin' rose gold in my grill in ...
Imagine peace and change.
Cartier frame, yeah I turn your girl out
And she ain't even know my name
She ain't even know your name
She ain't even know my name
Yeah I turn your broad out
And she ain't even know my name
I'm a star, star, trick, I'm a boss
Kiss me in your hood,
break these player haters off
Hard and the soft, soft, rubber and the purse
A hood boss, boy you mess around and get murked
You already know, man this man making hits
You can have the fame,
boy I'm trying to get rich
I'm out here hitting licks,
know my trap ain't slow You wonder where I be,
I'm on that east side,
folk That east side,
folk,
keep a player looking good That east side,
folk,
yeah that's my hood
Every time you see me,
boy I'm out here in these streets And every time you see me,
trick,
I'm clean from head to feet Leather on my seats,
yeah that Henman is superb
28 inches,
watch me lean,
watch me swerve Skipping on some serves,
boy big at the bar All about the paper neighborhood superstar Look,
chill,
hold up,
you got a pimp messed up Ain't my fault that you don't know,
you got a pimp messed up
Look, chill, hold up, you got a pimp messed up
Ain't my fault that you don't know,
you got a pimp messed up
Look, chill,
hold up, you got a pimp messed up
Trying to play me like a lion,
you got a pimp messed up
Boy it's Rouge to this gang,
you got a pimp messed up
When you try to be slick,
you got a pimp messed up
Like I won't go off on you quick,
I'm a pimp,
pimp,
trick,
I'm a mack
Get some bottles up in here and we don't know how to act
Got them people like paper stacks,
still my clientele grows
Got no time for these chicken,
got no time for these crows
Sometimes I treat my nose,
I'm rolling like a wheel
Always going on the tracks,
boy this is how it is
Never leave without my steel,
neighborhood superstar
Hardwood in my crib, hardwood in my car
Yeah they know who we are,
all them ballers in the back
Got them diamonds that'll blind you,
blowing gigs,
sipping yak
With them boys who attack,
dressed in all black Players thinking that they hard meat,
I'm a maniac
Man the club kick back,
up on the 5-killer,
what you looking at,
trick?
Make me do the blinding,
cold like a ice sipper,
when I'm in the booth
And I hear on these streets,
man this man is the truth
In a black fed school,
or that Dodge Hemi truck Ain't no running from that K,
play a hater,
try your luck
Real ballers get *,
real boys keep it real It's money over buckets,
tricking,
that's just how it is
Yeah,
look,
chill,
hold up,
you got a pimp messed up Ain't my fault that you don't know,
you got a pimp messed up
Look,
chill,
hold up,
you got a pimp messed up You got a pimp messed up,
you got a pimp messed up
Look, chill, hold up, you got a pimp messed up
Ain't my fault that you don't know,
you got a pimp messed up
Look, chill, hold up, you got a pimp messed up
You got a pimp messed up,
you got a pimp messed up