Big Boi - Follow Deez lyrics

[Intro] No one will stop me [Chorus: Curren$y] x2 File 'em into a line Wearin' [?] Young n***as with hammers And daily body drops OG survive You still alive A lot of n***as not Smokin' for my dead homies While i ride around [Verse 1: Big Boi] Mannie Fresh on the beat He put that Bible on it He blessed a n***a to be [?] Now watch me gobble homie I put the bottle down Hit the throttle Got 'em now Sodom and Gomorrah with deplorables All around my style I'm like the bandage on mummy I got that wrap-around Circles on you Urkel-a** n***as Who tryin' to snatch the sound Asinine like my public company Tryin' to cash me out Catch me outside And we can see what all that yappin's 'bout Gladiators with radiators That run hot Imapalas with 'draulics Parked at the gun spot My Uncle told me don't pull it Unless you pop pop Moptop-head-a** n***as You get your knot rocked I'm from Atlanta By way of Savannah, Georgia Got Louisiana [?] Whose manners are out of order Be easy when you see me Salute me and keep it baller My only tigers comes with stripes I pipe it up for every [?] [Chorus: Curren$y] x2 File 'em into a line Wearin' [?] Young n***as with hammers And daily body drops OG survive You still alive A lot of n***as not Smokin' for my dead homies While i ride around [Verse 2: Curren$y] Got this money [?] [?] Had it for some years Now the [?] But windows up I got my main thing rollin' I trust her I know she gon' do it just how I showed her I'm only high when I'm really in the X smoking [?] homie I'm back to square one Double-0 son Convertibles will make a b**h want to f** some And I done turned corners In a couple of 'em f** on 'em Stunt on 'em Then I'm ducking 'em Back in the studio hustlin' b**h we cook d** in here You was livin' under false impressions You not really a G dawg You got false credit [Chorus: Curren$y] x2 File 'em into a line Wearin' [?] Young n***as with hammers And daily body drops OG survive You still alive A lot of n***as not Smokin' for my dead homies While i ride around [Verse 3: k**er Mike] Say we can do what millionaires Can can can The green dick is [?] garbage can gram man And what we smokin' Came form Oakland Via San Fran Pound of pressure purchased No flexin' no grandstand Country boy proud man Smokin' loud man Goin' [?] in the fire Burn pipes loud man You hear a skrrt Then you hear a blunt Hit the ground man Them n***as f**in' Out of a [?] Them n***as bustin' Over b**hes Dirty b**hes Flirty b**hes What's this I witness These n***as [?] They want [?] Don't even holla They baby mama [?] [?] That sh** ain't playa Stop lookin' lame [Chorus: Curren$y] x2 File 'em into a line Wearin' [?] Young n***as with hammers And daily body drops OG survive You still alive A lot of n***as not Smokin' for my dead homies While i ride around