something you never do From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue I ain't been to a function, where I ain't snuck a weapon through 'Cause my background
we sittin' on your grave site, overkill Aren't you tired, why are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You
, tryna reach my phone I don't know which one is harder Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own [Hook] I got Gucci's on my feet Diamonds on my
you know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe? Wit' an oxygen
B.I.G., ain't no need to See I.D. The entire scenery shrouded in mystery Clouded with greenery, six girls to every three dudes So you have half a chance if you
t burn in the kitchen These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner Now you niggaz can't make pole position Classy, chasis, can't
Then take a picture, baby text meee! You wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! I'm lookin' sexyyy. (
no doubt That if you need a man to make you feel secure Then baby, you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure You want money and jewels, you want clothes
the left, big swang to the right My plates scrapin' and I'm slidin' the pipe, it's super tight So don't try to knock us, baby, don't try to hate That'
keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas
I ain't gotta brag, you can see it for yourself I got ballers on my right side, and ballers on my left We ain't from the same hoods, but it's all to
all you got G? You comin up short You ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin classes, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on
duh answer, ain't no questions. I'm rich and dese junkies steady beggin' fo' a round. Well dis is duh sound of throwin' pennies on duh ground. (Verse 3 - Bun B
You ain't gotta go home to your man) You ain't gotta go home (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) Said baby you know that you can (If
walk, you could tell we from Texas [Bun B] It's Big Bun king of the trill, woodgrain gripping From the land of candy paint, where them boys ain't tripping See, Texas is
't see the opera Niggas steady rocking dreads, you ain't even Rasta Take your New Era off and reveal The fact the nigga you are or your cap getting peeled
the green hundred fours, pull out on you, blew you for the cause And Sudan outst a nigga, seclude you from my Clan This is water glock, aces on cameras
or later They ain't ready for this) History has been made ATL, yeah Cuz' I got it All these hataz wanna grill me But fuck that I?m bout my money if