Ain´t artistic, but you get the picture One shot at yo´ head, we leavin´ you simple Live life on the edge, ain´t nothin´ but the middle Give ´em an inch and they take it a mile Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial I´m doin´ numbers, boy, check yo´ dial Say my name in a song, boy, take it down Take dope to your home, boy, get it done My Rollie my twin, yeah, that´s my round We havin´ hoes in Atlanta Town Yeah, these shooters smokin´ more than a pound Drop that bag on a ho, ain´t got a mop Bust it up and iced out my clock Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Yeah) YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Talk to ´em)
[Lil Keed]
These niggas cap, they ain´t droppin´ no dot Shit, I already preached yo´ demeanour (Yeah) Tell buddy, "Say nothin´," he look like a cop (Keep talkin´ that shit) Yeah, all in LA in that Rolls (Yeah) And we havin´ hoes, suck you right out your sock (Slime) Yeah, gun a nigga down with that chop´ (Grrah) I ain´t got time for talk, choppa down with like a salt (Chop that shit down) We put that shit down, anywhere, off (Woo) Why? If she not a slut, she not my type (Slut) Stand on the dash, bought her the Trackhawk (Skrrt) Ho, it liftin´ up like a bike (Vroom) The trap got scammers and killers (Scammers and killers) Ridin´ with me everyday
Them lil´ bitches salty Yeah, we slimey, ain´t shady and shiesty (Slatt) This stick can hit like it Tyson (Slatt)
[Lil Gotit & BIG30] Not my slime, we ridin´ six figures Ain´t artistic, but, you get the picture One shot at yo´ head, we leavin´ you simple Live life on the edge, ain´t nothin´ but the middle Give ´em an inch and they take it a mile Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial I´m doin´ numbers, boy, check yo´ dial Say my name in a song, boy, take it down Take dope to your home, boy, get it done My Rollie my twin, yeah, that´s my round We havin´ hoes in Atlanta Town Yeah, these shooters smokin´ more than a pound
Drop that bag on a ho, ain´t got a mop (Mop) Bust it up and iced out my clock (My clock) Good sight, thirty round on a Glock (Bllrd) YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked (Bllrd, big bllrd, slatt)
[BIG30] Nineteen, stick with them coolers Switch on the Glock, get off fast (Bllrd, bllrd) I kissed the curb in that wide body Cat, she grabbed the grass Tap the gas, she shake ass (Skrrt) We treat Scatpack like a C-Class (A C-Class) Foenem post picture with money Then, my opps won´t see no cash (No cash) Try to trap on they ass Everytime we hit they block somethin´ past (Past) Pressure, but, had to tail ´em
Tryna put some in a bag (In a bag) From eight to eight K, mismatch (´Match) No savin´ bae, don´t try ask Turned into opp pack in my hood He my favourite strand, he a classic
[Lil Gotit, BIG30 & Lil Keed] Not my slime, we ridin´ six figures (Bllrd) Ain´t gon´ test it, but, you get the picture (Bllrd) One shot at yo´ head, we leavin´ you simple (Slatt, slatt) Live life on the edge, ain´t nothin´ but the middle (Bllrd, bllrd) Give ´em an inch and they take it a mile Free Lil Rod, he took it to trial (Slatt) I´m doin´ numbers, boy, check yo´ dial Say my name in a song, boy, take it down (Bllrd)
Take dope to your home, boy, get it done My Rollie my twin, yeah, that´s my round We havin´ hoes in Atlanta Town Yeah, these shooters smokin´ more than a pound Drop that bag on a ho, ain´t got a mop Bust it up and iced out my clock Good sight, thirty round on a Glock YSL, Choppa Gang, we locked