[Chorus] - 2X When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea Like(skerrrrrrr)f** that sat goodbye to the bad guy (skerrrrrrr)f** that say goodbye to the bad guys [Lil Wyte] Commin out like hold up aw sh** there go them 4's DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone To let you know that it's hot as cole All around the globe Tippi toes what I'm flickin on Pa**in by these hoe like (skerrrrrr) f** that say goodbye to them bad guys I smoke weed till' I die I'm gon stay high Come touch this engin pimpin I been crusin a buck Got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck The same story Every day only of guts glory It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got sh** for me I gon' hold it down Get my crown and keep only truckin Civilize this industry f** up yo truck and keep on bumpin This is some sh** that you didn't think you would ever see But since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be You think we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups Now motherf**er this the life we like in Memphis [Chorus] - 4X [DJ Paul] Yeah now they got me in this cell Cuz this crack man I sell In the haven boy this crack sell well I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn' Them po's hit the con I got gone I had a tone With a big bag of crack Them boy don't like that So I had to get down like a lack With 4 flats I'm a grayhound I just put the tre down I can't be on my way down So I'm gon have to put down Ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox Ditch the Glock behind the bushes round the block And just like the spinners I will never stop Like bukus and money we don made on the spot I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C Every thang we gain is green To the bay Where my boy Lil Wyte stay Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway f** [Chorus] - 4X