(Verse)
Aye, I be turnt up
Aye, I be turnt up
I hit hard like Sam Gumby
Kick game like I’m brand winning
Too inhibit, psychological termen
Either rap or no Jeffrey Dom
It’s over Riverdale, Grove Street
Just a big Z, no I’m on the map
Put my hood, G’s up
Bees up and hoes down
M.O.B. money over b**hes
Can’t get down to these p**y n***as
Don’t f** 2 things, police is snitches
Small gla** man, no Willie Lynches
I’m a style but paper got me feelin richer
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You know, so my dogs got all locked up
Just last night we were turnt up
Poppin bottles and a n***a like what
14000 in the air, pick it up
Next morning call the plane, now we locked up
Goddamn goddamn I thought that f**ed up
(Interlude)
See when I tell a n***a man you take gun was alike
Still tryin, don’t know what the f** gon happen man
5 hours later, 3 hours later
You know, 30 minutes later
You know, this sh** be crazy n***a
You gotta hold your a** n***a, you know what I mean
Every b**h that look bad
n***a ain’t gonna be good for you n***a
Skip a ho n***a
You know I don’t know right rims, or mine factory
Man I wear to a plain jane n***a
Get your motherf**in head here, planned on me
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(Verse)
I put yo dick in the dirt, make yo mama cry
Put you in that black box, wear the suit and tie
f** with Waka Flocka, dough house outside they gon while
3 3 3 350000 when I drove by
Every chance I get, shorty I just turn up
Make the wrong move, Bruster he gon burn ya
Bullets beat your chest
Slap yo face like turnup
They like Waka really not that hard
‘Cause all he talkin bout er
I’m like boy I wish you try it
Hollow tip your diet
Turn this f**in club into a motherf**in riot
Every time yo baby mama see a n***a she excited
Every she want and need in this world I can buy it