Yeah, haters, hate this, baby, you remember me now, don't you?
Back from nowhere, why stone mob niggas, reppin' this thangs, man, come on, nigga
Put yo' motherfuckin' hands up, put yo' hand in the air
Move them hoes out the side like they really gon' yell
Put the words on me so you know what we talkin'
Ace time and the high, that's the way that we spine it
With yo' hands up, put your hand in the air
Move them hoes out the side like they really gon' yell
Put the words on me so you know what we stunnin'
Ace time and the high, that's the way that weI
ugh
I'm drunk died and done died
my answer is left
Trump Craig
like O' それ
What the fifth with the back
boards grinding and ripping
boards turning and tipping
poking and clipping niggas
Cause I swing when I'm grinding
boards grinding and ripping
boards turning and tipping
poking and clipping niggas
Cause I swing when I'm grinding
boards grinding and ripping
boards turning and tipping
poking and clipping niggas
Cause I swing when I'm grinding
Got the hoes slippin', teasin', teasin' the trunk
Beatin' like a ass with bitches strippin'
When I pull up knockin', Southside rockin'
Bouncin' and rockin'
Unlockin', draggin' and hangin' though
I'm lookin' like a million dollars
It's smellin' like endo
Cousin, mid to toe, met you Ferragamo
Playin' the beats with ice-hot rose
Got your eyes closed, get your butt hit through the nose
Catchin' attention, surrounded with ballers
Body's all she hit
This one, big hope, in the H&W class
Came to get it, brought to the break of day
So whenever, whenever
We follow your club, don't hate
Participate, baby, and put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands in the air
Move them hoes out the side
You feel it, don't care
What your bloods gon' be, let you know we be thuggin'
H-C-O-R-B-I-N-G
The way that we clubbin'
Put your hands up, put your hands in the air
Move them hoes out the side
You feel it, don't care
What your bloods gon' be, let you know we be thuggin'
H-C-O-R-B-I-N-G
The way that we clubbin'
It's the yellow bone pulla' from the yellow stone bullet
You know me, and what I stay gon' pulla'
Glazin' and dazin' off that purple deck
Sometimes leanin' and cold-beating off that purple deck
I'm about to introduce you to the syrup and soda
Y'all know how we do, we put our syrup and soda
Young current controller, smell this fresh air I roll up
When you smoke, you choke and your eyes look slower
They call me Kiss War, I know you heard the name
It's coming like catching a lump in with a bird of cane
I'm hot, so hot I could burn the flame
You oughta listen to me, why not, you can learn some things
When I'm perving, man, I swerve through lanes
Blessin' the ghettos with my gutta urban slang
It's M.O.P. style, I ain't actin' no further, man
Why rain on them when I could form a hurricane?
They not ready, uh-huh, know why, uh-huh
They ain't ready for me, they not ready
Kiss War, straight from the streets
With me, ain't no way that they can't
Holla game over, always wreck
Even if I say the same thing over
In a champagne rover, no, we are not scrubs
Everything we push and pull, got dubs
I'm bubbling up like suds in hot tubs
I only quark and I build, cause I get kick-cocked clubs
Pull up a frozen wood, when I got jibs
One drone square for what, when I got buds
My phone blowin' up, cause my baby mama stay buggin'
At it, baby, mama say it's childish, straight thuggin'
I know all the rappers see me, they stay muggin'
Like a Lennox Lewis and Mike Fight
I stay sluggin', but it really ain't nothin'
So don't go there with me
When you look and see this group, beware me
The GS3 is bleedin' in need for a tampax
My flow spread across the globe like anthrax
It's obvious that these here are the damn facts
I'm tryna get my money fat like sliced up ham
Stacks and R.I.P. to DJ Screw
If I ain't day one, I want the clicker from leanin' on day two
Cause I don't think y'all ready for me
If not ready
I don't think y'all ready for me