Coming thru, hold on Suck it sideways when you fuck me They know my songs across the country On the M-Way doing country We run the game and not just country, yeah Niggas be running they mouth so they back off I can't wait to run into your face You should see how they wake up lookin like you in their dream 'bout taking your place, sheesh But it's on dodge the thirty I've known all my boys since thirteen Five man and we've got like thirty, three girlies Push to start burners murgy Came in the game, bakers with stove Shit got way way too murky Cold, thought they got the message on Froze Doin' shit they ain't seen before We just did it, whilst they just said the most Umm, ey make sure that my kids are told Daddy's tryna get these jeans on bauge On the net, you're so involved W-W-W What I meant what we wear, you asked me the cost Fuck boy, you fuck boy I'm all that your not They servin' blowjobs with a lick on the top Told pops, four my brothers who are locked in the box When bro told me get it, told him I got Brothers keeper I ain't taking no shots Save it, uh, savings, uh Niggas all blowing they savings, uh Basically no basic, uh Niggas more gassed than stations, uh Flash your titties at my show baby, uh I'm at Cherry bust it with no pole baby, uh I got broads in Atlanta Got a UK ting tell her come round check grow he's fresh from slammer You know me man speaks lingos lang with gang with Cockney grammer Even on set man throw at crips, sachet man, word for fashion Now he's fought me during weeks of fashion