I got much love for the gangsters and the thugs
And all my little pretty b**hes giving me hugs
Make it do what it do
Then i did what it does
The stereo was bumping
Playing was not was
But I'm ready for the world
But this ain't ohh Sheila
I stumble to my boot
Cos i was drunk off the tequila
Man you don't want to see us
Getting dough like pizzerias
If that's the case
I got to burn your a** like Gonorrhea
Be a man
Take a stand
Take your losses
Ain't the plan
I'm connected with the bosses
All across this f**ing land
Grand slam ,not the breakfast
A iced out necklace
And get your head chopped off in Detroit
For being reckless
Like what they done to me
These n******gs hungry
Only fashion you'll see
Is Dickies or some Duggerys
Maybe army fatigues
Cos my city's under siege
By the CIA , the FBI and crooked police. i rock shows
I get hoes
Selling out my logo
I'm all pro