808 Mafia *** around part of it, and then he get back in it ATL, Jacob, ATL, Jacob Redbone, bitch, yeah Black eye, tear, yeah How do I dress, yeah Hurt my flesh, yeah Soon as I roll up Put my doors up Go ahead, pour up Put a few O's up Let's go 4x4 that tall *** Let's go I jump in the spider with the tall bitch Let's go I throw them good out in Baghdad Let's go I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max Let's go I'm high from yesterday Put em on beam, yeah Put em on all the schemes, yeah Put em on lean, yeah They whip with them new machines, yeah By any means, yeah We got the cloud to see, yeah I just took a AK to a dinner date I just put some VVs in a Richard face And the presidential is a day-to-day Ray J I'm a well-known nuisance in my bitch band Pop one perc, then you lean like a kickstand Skeleton AP, that's a wristband All these niggas shaky, might as well dance I don't trust them, we gon' dust them, that's some Taliban Big foreign truck, he's lift off like an avalanche I teach her how to finesse, put some big bands I got so many white bitches, crew clutch, glam I come with the Foreman, say, come with the Yoppa, no homie, no, no Put a lil' hit on your head, they come in and get you, they slice in your throat Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, don't wipe her lil' nose MOH money over hoes I got that H in front of the lil' O Got dog food, and it's for the low I'm a thoroughbred, standin' at the store Inexpensive threads, head to the floor I know they talkin' ***, can't lay some hoes You know them FN bullets go through doors FNN, FNN FNN, FNN FNN, FNN FNN, FNN Homicide for the brody, you beat a body, get a Rollie We gon' entertain, no poli, I'm certified with my dhoti They gon' catch hell by a roadie, got a big scale for the dhoti I done met friends in Dosha, we done met up and chopped it up I was cool ***, uh, only time I slam top murders on them crew ships, uh Got that cut up, and it's stronger than a pool stick, uh Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs I keep one in the chamber Ready to take it off his shoulder, frustration and anger Get it, get it, don't approach it, *** bein' famous Long as I got my, let's go FNN, FNN These bullets, they be goin' through doors Drop low, get down on the floor Young n***a, they gon' hear the rap, you know FNN, FNN FNN, FNN FNN, FNN FNN, FNN