I say, real Eastside hooping out sad * nigga
They don't even know how to do spot the drop, re
This ain't no hip hop dawg
Get yo bitch knocked off, long dawg
Good raw, you can't hit my dawg
Might hit him in that * with that ten shot nog
Get that thirty on me,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
make him fall
Who was the X-Pac,
she gon' suck it Spent two hundred on a drop like fuckhead
Used to stuff hella thots in the bucket Now
we ridin' with the Glocks through Buckhead
Get yo * peeled off,
get a nigga picked off Got that * to make him jump
This that crisscross dawg,
I don't crisscross dawg I switch lanes on the bench
They say,
boy,
you the best,
did yo thang with the mix
Bitch,
I'm real,
I'm the nigga that's gon' get that pack gone
Turn around with that boy,
then I bring that bag home
I'm in Lenox,
fifth plaza,
bitch,
I'm all up in *** Ride through the ATL with that Glock on my lap,
nigga
Sip red,
sir,
blues like I'm set trippin' Whip two thirty-twos,
got the best kitchen
Sir,
girl,
sir,
boy,
I ain't ***ist Four-five,
turn this hot top to checks,
mix
Boy,
you slide on my gang,
got a death wish Seven-six-twos,
give yo ass a chest dent
Lift a nigga in the air like a bench press I won't smoke everywhere,
cause I press *
I serve white,
serve black,
I ain't racist So much dope in the air,
I can taste it So much dope in this room,
it's invested My plug get them bricks in from
his Mexican I wouldn't try none of my boys,
I wouldn't test it You know I get that pack in
and I stretch it You comin' with everything,
God might bless him I need it all up front,
ain't nothin' lesser,
nigga
We gon' hit the trap and push the work out
Hit it from the back and watch it squirt out
Five straps on me,
take my shirt off Brand new SRT,
watch me squirt off
Aye,
a chitty-bang,
a chitty-chitty-bang-bang Don't need no aim,
just fifty on me,
change nine
Seven of the same,
toss me in the same gang Germs on all them bitches,
just a mind sign
Take a hip-hop ball,
get yo bitch knocked off One-dog,
good roll,
you can't hit my dog
My enemy in that * with that ten-shot,
no I got that thirty on me,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
I'm making four Get yo * peeled off,
get a nigga picked
off Got that * to make him jump,
just that criss-cross
dog I don't criss-cross dog, I switch lanes on
the bench They say,
boy,
you the best,
did yo thang
with the mix