808 Mafia Fuck around, parked the ´Vette and didn´t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah Soon as I roll up, put my doors up Go´n head, pour up, roll a few O´s up, let´s go Four by four, that tall shit, let´s go I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let´s go I told ´em to get out and bag that, let´s go I´m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let´s go I´m high from yesterday Put ´em on bean, yeah, put ´em on all the schemes, yeah Put ´em on lean, yeah, they whippin´ them new machines, yeah By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face And the presidential is a day-date Hit ´em with that chopper first, Ray J I´m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad Pop one Perc´, then you lean like kickstand Skeleton AP, that´s a wristband All these niggas shaky, might as well dance I don´t trust him, we gon´ dust him, that´s some Taliban Big foreign truck, it´s lift up like an avalanche I´ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin´ me, no, no Put a lil´ hit on your head, they comin´ to get you, they slicin´ your throat Put a lil´ bitch in the bed, we goin´ digital, wipin´ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes I got that H in front of the lil´ boat Got dog food and it´s for the low I´m with thoroughbred standin´ at the store In expensive threads, head to the floor I know they talkin´ shit ´cause they some hoes You know them FN bullets go through doors
Homocide for the brodie You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don´t entertain no police I´m certified with my dodie They would catch hell ´bout woadie Got a bigger scale for the dodie I done met friends in Dolce We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh Only time my slime talk murder´s on the cruise ships, uh Got that cutter and it´s longer than a pool stick, uh Straight face, no dates, I´m a heavyweight I ain´t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger Yeah, they get it, don´t approach us, fuck bein´ famous
Long as I got my... Let´s go
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N) These bullets, they be goin´ through doors Drop low, get down on the floor Young nigga, they gon´ ´head and wipe your nose F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N) F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N) F&N (F&), F&N (F&N) F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)