Lyrics
You see me on the block every T I roll off
The trunk raise up and
Everything else fall off
Slabs is automatic if the
South get called off
The top raise up and the 4's will crawl out
And I use to be a broke nigga stacked up
Now I gotta watch out for
The roach niggas 24's close
Fuck timid and I blow nigga
Anything less than ten G's a joke
Come to the H I can show you
Who the king of the streets is
Trae, I can show you who king of the beats is
I can show you niggas what a hundred G's is
ABN gang might leave a nigga teethless
Nigga never heard now I'm all
Up in they face
Like a bad yellow bitch I'll be
All up in her waist
Hit her with the mule now I got
Her all up in a brace
So sick with the game that it
Should of been a case
And my chain hang low ice fed when I strut
20 G's plus still capping on sluts
J's laced up when I'm slipping on cuts
And I never been a hoe so
They know I got nuts
Pass me the ball I'ma run it for the team
Fuck respect nigga I'ma run it for the green
Cop the new whip candy black looking clean
Tilt the do's up hopping out Sean jeans
Loc's on my face two straps on my hip
Blood on my right to my left is a Crip
Plus I got shit that'll make a nigga flip
If I get a attitude Assholed finna trip
They fucking with the dub but
The hood got love
Riding for the truth till they
Put him in the mud
Any other way I'll be coming with a slug
H Town motherfucker I'll show
You what it was
I'm a motherfucking fool when I
Pull up on a switch
Game never lame when I pull up on a bitch
Mouthpiece got 'em sick
Hard dick and bubblegum is all that
A chickenhead bitch gon get
Can't fuck with my ends if I get rich
Don't scratch up my Benz
Blue lens with Lorenz
Niggas don't like when the end sit low
And I pop up on three with
A mouth full of chips
I'm your girl's best friend
Call a nigga with my name falling round
Town for knocking these hoes down
All up in my hoe see I beat my do's down
From state to state breaking the
Plate on 4's now
You see how the H ride bumper kit
Break a smoke on my 3's I'ma stomp a bitch
Got hoopers on my side that'll jump a bitch
Six foot Zip-Lock sack lunch a bitch
If Boss don't bang right go on tell me bitch
I'ma load up a clip right punching bitch
I see niggas in the streets
Wanna act like they G's
Bang like I'm at home when
I'm sailing the seven seas
True niggas in my zone but I'm
Trying to get rid of fleas
If you in 5200 don't fuck with me please
I'ma stack up some cash and pain for real
When you see me banging a
Bad bitch out of Brazil
Trying the product on a mill with
A drank that sit still
Cut Khakis Chucks with my laces on still
Check out the tats bitch check out the grill
2 double 0-6 bitch check out the deal
I'ma make a bitch made nigga
Stretch out for real
Like a Sunkist niggas get
Peeled for the scrill
You niggas is hoes I'ma call you a tip drill
ABN gang never less than a mill
WRITERS
PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH, PAUL BEAUREGARD, DAVID BROWN, DARNELL CARLTON, M. GOODWIN, JORDAN HOUSTON, WILLIE HUTCHISON
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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