Song Lyrics

You know we don't drop hits, uh uh
We drop classics nigga, uh huh
Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
All the niggas I f*ck with, they bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga

Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, f*ck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em

I been cut throatin' niggas for a while now
I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers
Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter

What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga
(4 minutes left)

This bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
This bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggas comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick

Them old side niggas, them new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia

They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It better be M-A-G
Or niggas gon' get mad and never let you leave

A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage
(3 minutes left)

Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggas step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy

Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be
We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?

No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum, necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we have 'em

We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr, reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
(2 minutes left)

Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat

I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad (?)
You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

Play with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six niggas gon' carry you
People don't have no money, they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two

Bought that insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it how you live it nigga, when they come cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin
(I hope you got the message)

Christopher Noel Dorsey, Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Tab Virgil