Chirps Boldy James & DJ Whoo Kid

[Intro: Boldy James & DJ Whoo Kid]
Whoo Kid (227)
Boldy James
Jammin' 30: In The Morning
Let's go
Y'all been slangin' crack since the '80s, Mama
Boy, don't ever let me see you fix your mouth to say that
Me and Miss Ann been slingin' since the '60s
Double-ups, half ounces, ounces, grams, kilos (Hand me them bags)
Birds, chickens, eagles, bricks, boulders
Cake, weight, hard, soft, however you want it, nigga (Let's get it)
Huh, fishscalers, whatever (Let me see that scale, auntie)
Just hit me on my BlackBerry

[Verse 1]
Bandidos, bandidos (Game Time)
Left pocket full of BBQ Fritos (Mafia)
Bandidos, bandidos (What else?)
And this is not your cheese, bitch, Doritos (227)
Bandidos, bandidos (I owe you)
Free Chi and R.I.P. Santino (6 Mile)
My gambinos, for selling dinos (Hellblock)
I got a pocket full of Flamin' Hot Cheetos (Let's get it)
However you want it, my nigga, you can get it
I usually sell 'em whole, but for you, I can split it
And cook it right in front of you, just give me twenty minutes
And that's gon' cost you if I gotta show you how I did it
Mixing baking soda with the yola, I'm a wizard
And my wrist game colder than a Oreo blizzard
Spin fifteen Os out a quarter of a chicken
Five Os over, that's a extra ten big ones
When you really gettin' money, in Detroit, we say you get 'em
If you got it all on you, shit, then where the fuck is it?
'Cause I don't fuck with no snitches, I keep most of my bidness
On the need-to-know and all you need to know is what's the ticket on the chirps