Gucci Maine keep shittin' on me Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry? East Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandannas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off
lay down, I'm sick of the fraud, I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage. We all know your last name's what got you your job, You's a put together
to break it down Yeah, one time like this Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you clap If your girl's outta place then your girl get tapped Niggas
through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
man who provided more jobs For blacks than armed services Cut them corners, stay ahead of them curvatures Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run your
you pole climb Toes out, back showin' off the tattoo The dumb a had to snatch you Lookin' as good as ya smell, pay your own bills Ask officer, 'cuz your pushin' your
Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not playin' Get gassed up
street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
hand up One finger up, girl This is my love Call this your love song Not just a cut song So if you feel me then Put your hands up, hands up Girl, this
gon be working all that Lose the panties and the bra (Take em off) I'ma start with a massage (massage) From your head to your toes, massage Oh, oh, girl cut off
, I'm not afraid To take a stand, to take a stand (Yeah, it's been a ride) Everybody, everybody (I guess I had to) Come take my hand, come take my hand
fit Get rid of all that shit Floyd, can't forget, you're a man I said, hey Floyd you got your mind in a mess again Hey Floyd, you got the time on your hands
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your
you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool
your hands up If you're single, put your hands up I-if you're single, put your If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're
heard me? even though i'm real ghetto and shit ya heard me? i got a g niggas shoot that ace ya heard me? your ass bettin' i'm gonna cut your face ya heard
