I bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 22sI got it from Bam and we givin' these hoes dubsI bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 22sI got it from Bam and we givin' these hoes dubsI bought a Ruburn that's sittin' on 32sWood, grain, TV, so, so coolI bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 32sWe love stuntin', givin', givin' them hoes the bluesYou know we got the Aurora sittin' on 22sGot it from Bam and we givin' them hoes the bluesWhatcha gonna do Whatcha-Whatcha gonna doWhatcha-Whatcha gonna do?When we come for youWhat-Whatcha gonna doWhatcha-Whatcha gonna doWhatcha-Whatcha gonna do?When we come for youWhatcha gonna doWhatcha-Whatcha gonna doWhatcha gonna doWhen we come- Come for youWhatcha gonna doWhatcha- Whatcha gonna doIn the Enterprise, you know!?You're not badI'm in the all black TahoeFlying through CabosI'm in the all black TahoeFlying through CabosI'm in the all black TahoeBlowin' doja smoke on these wannabe fly hoesThis all me, this my homeI represent everything southwest of the domeRoll on chrome, gotta, gotta get paidI'ma wreck every bullet from down in the cavalcadeGotta get paid, cause I'm thug with itI'ma *** those doja pastor sisters, let me roll with it*** the sweet, one wreck the beatFreestyle off the chainI'm on the streets and I'm under thug, thugLegendary roll, don't really boyThen I cock in the low with the low niggasDon't * with no niggas, only real niggasGo get her niggas like my nigga Big DAnd D-Red, D-Lo ShowtimeFuckin' with my niggas, said I'll home homesteadAnd I'll Jensen, blowin' big weedNigga, nigga, Chris Henson, this be oneI'm sick for most cityBoy, boy, I represent, oh yeahAnd I wreck the freestyleI really don't careAnd I'ma, and I'ma come throughMight rock it in the rearWheelchair got swingersI'ma come throughCar cars with coat hangersI'm off the chainOne in, one in the chamberYou full of dangerI'm not a strengthThis, this is not angerThis is not a scriptAnd I'm not a actorI *** the motherfucker, pump and then flip yaOh, and I don't knowThe freestyle can't really go no moreWhat it do?A remix will pop up in my headI'ma, I'ma come throughBe one, nigga, * youFreestyle from the domeI flip to the roomHold up, man, you can see me on 22 chromeHold up, man, I doin', doin' the Ken Ducote planYou know this, man, I swang bangCause I grip grainZay, Zay, BleeDo GP on three, you see meHold up, man, in the JAG with Bama, noNigga, don't scrabbleI hold, I come throughHold up, man, get your edibleI made up a word, but I don't even know how to just say itI beat your block, bling, sting, insteadAll the way to the FedCome through this bitchPut you in the ditch* around, put a girl on the motherfuckin' ditchHold up, man, I said this * twiceSippin' on the slice, sippin' SpriteHold up, man, cause I gotta do itFell off, fall inGone in the windI done put candy all on my blue beansMan, hold up, come sippin' on the herbI don't give a *, I got a supreme ass verbChillin' on the herbIt's Mr. BlossomIt's a highwayHold up, man, cause I do it my wayFriday, Thursday, Sunday, MondayI chill on the cup with PeggyHell, hell, MondayMan, hold up, man, I chill with BudI don't give a *All these niggas holdin' grudgeMan, hand, hold upChillin' on the scenePocket full of greenDude didn't know what I meanFreestyle out the domeHold up, man, I'm out my brainI come throughHold up, man, I flew all the way to SpainHold up, man, comin' through this bitchHold up, get itHold up, man, from Greene's PunkInside in a prideDon't arrive, don't despiseCut like piesHold up, man, bout to hit you nowI'm a sniper and a viperHold up, man, get the diaperI don't give a *Nigga type me like a titleHold up, man, man, I'm bossin' the recordTen check itHold up, man, niggas still holdin' plex in TexasHold up, they ain't coopsAnd do for cupI come through poppin' pillsWhat's the deal?Get in here, make a mealHold up, blinds outThey bleed from the GP03One to the two to the three to the fourRear's my phone, it's your partner, zeroOne to the two to the three to the fourRear's my phone, it's your partner, zeroOne to the two to the three to the fourRear's my phone, it's your partner, zeroAin't never been a punkI ain't never been abroadNight before I go to sleepI gotta tuck the guardDying on my kneesIn my headIn for real, and I'm fedBut it's motherfuckin' fuckin' pain and a strokeCome around the corner, push your legs, bubble, drink, drinkBut I want it for realCome around the corner lookin' for mealsLookin' for deals, lookin', lookin' for anythingBetter get a nigga, diamond ringBetter get a nigga, decent, decent chainBetter get a nigga, peace of mind and Mary JaneGet a nigga, throw with some throw clothesI don't give a *, I'm flippin' with some throwAnd my motherfuckin' ride, flippin', flippin', slideTake off from the free throw like ClydeAnd I glide, got goddamn goldPuppin', puppin' in a pond, it pussy, pussy, swoleTwenty-five years old, and I'm throwLivin', livin' like a transmission, rather like a moleI leather up like some sisI'll put a phone hole in your chestBetter hope it goI'll put a phone hole in your chestBless if you're talkin' down, G-GP-U-D-B-L-O-C to the KNigga, that's my blah and a, and a rugelThat's my sugar plus gla, glaI'll put some nigga in his headLeave a, leave a nigga deadHeard, heard what I said, hun, hunCouldn't give a *, runnin' up, roll, rollGet your, get your ass hitNigga, nigga, real fastYou gon' drop like a God habitCouldn't give a *, I hop like I'm Ram, I'm RabbitAll over your motherfuckin' assMilitary-minded soldiers in the blaze