[Intro]
Thraxx
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Lawnchair a bitch, I'll have her foldin' over (Okay)
And then I pop a nigga melon like a Coca-Cola (What's up?)
Skull and crossbones, yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Chevy Nova (Huh?)
And I'ma punch a nigga head, give him a hematoma (Haha)
You ain't 'bout shit, now contact 'em, you know who it is (Okay)
And now your boy's blowin' up like he a pufferfish (What's up?)
Oh, you do not like a nigga? Well, your fuckin' mother did (Huh?)
I'm takin' bags out the bank like I was Richie Rich (Haha)
[Chorus]
I tell 'em, "All of my dawgs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, "None of my dawgs need homes"
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes
[Verse 2]
On a Harley-Davidson, I'm runnin' up the mileage (Okay)
Then I'ma chase your homies down and then I fuckin' fire (Boom)
And all your homies see me shootin' but don't talk about it (Okay)
Because they know the consequences if they press the problem (Huh?)
And If I'm shootin', nigga, you know that I never miss (Okay)
I bring destruction and a little bit of violence (What's up?)
Funeral song, bitch, cue the fuckin' violins (Huh?)
I'm at yo' wake with a stick and it's silenced (Haha)
And now your ribs all touchin', and why the fuck you fussin'? (Huh?)
Nigga, get some money, take me out of your discussion (Huh?)
Your girl's all puffin', and softer than a muffin (Huh?)
Tell her, do some sit-ups and maybe some fuckin' runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thraxx
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Lawnchair a bitch, I'll have her foldin' over (Okay)
And then I pop a nigga melon like a Coca-Cola (What's up?)
Skull and crossbones, yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Chevy Nova (Huh?)
And I'ma punch a nigga head, give him a hematoma (Haha)
You ain't 'bout shit, now contact 'em, you know who it is (Okay)
And now your boy's blowin' up like he a pufferfish (What's up?)
Oh, you do not like a nigga? Well, your fuckin' mother did (Huh?)
I'm takin' bags out the bank like I was Richie Rich (Haha)
[Chorus]
I tell 'em, "All of my dawgs don't fold" (No)
Pull up with a knife, and we gon' pull up with a pole (Yeah)
I tell 'em niggas, "None of my dawgs need homes"
Like a pitbull, I'm standin' on like sixteen toes
[Verse 2]
On a Harley-Davidson, I'm runnin' up the mileage (Okay)
Then I'ma chase your homies down and then I fuckin' fire (Boom)
And all your homies see me shootin' but don't talk about it (Okay)
Because they know the consequences if they press the problem (Huh?)
And If I'm shootin', nigga, you know that I never miss (Okay)
I bring destruction and a little bit of violence (What's up?)
Funeral song, bitch, cue the fuckin' violins (Huh?)
I'm at yo' wake with a stick and it's silenced (Haha)
And now your ribs all touchin', and why the fuck you fussin'? (Huh?)
Nigga, get some money, take me out of your discussion (Huh?)
Your girl's all puffin', and softer than a muffin (Huh?)
Tell her, do some sit-ups and maybe some fuckin' runnin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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