Now see
Now see
Now see
The definition
Of a real nigga
Is embodied by this motherfucker's tone right here
You know
It took two real niggas
To collab
And make some motherfuckin' * happen man
That's your boy Young Chum
You know, blockin' the table
And my motherfuckin' nigga
Trey
* by nature
Hey Trey
Watch the wheels nigga
I'm a gangster to the E.M.
Ridin' for the six
Next Chevrolet with the paint still
With JJ's on my toes
Lopes on my eyes
Call it on fours Every time I slide by
Lookin' less than the truth I'm the streets of the south
Folks pose on my swag Cause the diamonds in my mouth
But I move low Keep postin' in the trap
Raw with the rap To put my hood on the map
I'm a gangster to the E.M.
Ridin' for the six
Next Chevrolet with the paint still With JJ's on my toes
Lopes on my eyes Call it on fours Every time I slide by Lookin'
less than the truth I'm the streets of the south Folks pose on my
swag Cause the diamonds in my mouth But I move low Keep postin' in
the trap Raw with the rap To put my hood on the map I'm a doodly
-slipper-hawk And this brother named Pip Had to name Skru So I let the
trunk crack I'm a doodly-slipper-hawk And this brother named Pip
Had to name Skru So I let the trunk crack I'm a
doodly-slipper-hawk And this brother named Pip
Had to name Skru So I let the trunk crack
Know I'm bout that Haters better chill
Plus I'm packin' something that they classify as steel
Rippin' my block Still doin' my thing
Trunk, trunk full of bang Holdin' A.B.N.
gang
Screwed up clique I'ma let the world know
For a song every week I'll make the
world slow You can find me in the hood
Swangin' in the drop,
drop,
drop Popped up now I'm littin' back the time
Lopes on my face and my grill so clean Thirty,
thirty grand talk bottles hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow,
bangin' my Skru Movin' so slow,
bangin' my Skru
Movin' so slow,
bangin' my Skru Hop out on the block,
steal your Hollywood
Talkin' to 665 Impala 665 Impala, 665 Impala
Chevy SS,
the top,
the top disappears See the clear VVS
I guess you know the name,
name,
you ain't gotta say it
When I say it's goin' down,
it's A-Star Spring 665 Impala,
Chevy SS
The top disappears,
see the clear VVS I guess you know the name,
name,
you ain't gotta say it
When I say it's goin' down, it's A-Star Spring
Vloggin' TNA,
bein' niggas in trunks Everybody muggin',
nigga,
face,
stupid stars
I'ma let you pull your car But watch how quick I pull it
* a semi-auto My niggas pack bullets
We bullets on the block The hussle don't stop
It's eat,
it's eat what you kill That's the motto off top
Yeah,
it's the A-Town and the H-Town Tell them it's the shakedown,
lay face down
Me and my nigga Trey gettin' caked now
Me and my nigga Trey gettin' caked now
Me and my nigga Trey gettin' caked now Split it down the middle,
50-50,
that's the breakdown
Baby,
keep your face down and don't talk back But find me in the hood,
nigga,
distribute the packs
My guns go off,
but my feces is hard My guns go off,
but my feces is hard My guns go off,
but my feces is hard
Mop,
mop,
dup,
cud,
nigga,
bitch,
this is the scub You got your knife on your homie,
that's for twistin' cigars
sap
You should see my nigga when we see how
We gon' live through the rest of the clip
If you hear a thong
Me in the hood, swangin' in the drop
Thug,
thug,
popped up now I'm living back to time
Lokes, lokes on my face and my grill so clean
30, 30 grand talk, bop is hopping on my team
They moving so slow, banging my screw
Moving so slow, banging my screw
Moving so slow, banging my screw
Hop out on the block,
stay your house and what it do?
Hop,
hop out on the block like I'm still hitting the stage
Thug,
thug,
in the hood so they Gina know my names
I done put the Jada's in the hood like I'm still hitting the stage
Thug,
thug,
in the hood so they Gina know my names
Hop out on the block like I'm still hitting the stage
I'm a certified player since the day of my birth
*** a couple million I can show you what I'm worth
Sitting so low every time I come down Truck,
truck just pops on showing my surround
80 pros got me tipping so low to the ground
Still hitting licks moving off the greyhound
Watching for the laws I ain't * with the times
Get to get to minimum crime ain't no stopping my shine
I advise that they leave the truth to the thong
They say you say you ain't the realest ain't what you did wrong
You can find me in the hood,
swinging in the drive
Truck popped up now I'm getting back to time
No cloaks on my face and my grill so clean
30 grand talk boppers hopping on my team
I'm doing this so I hold
Ragging my *, I'm doing this so slow
Ragging my cream, moving so slow
Ragging my screw, hop out on the block
Spend your hollywoody doom