[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Aowwwwwwwww!
We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' ya hood
But how many y'all KILL?!!!
[Verse 1: Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mob a' niggas that love to talk shit
Probably motherfuckers that be scummy and'll go for the money
But need a ride when they roll to the lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner, never run when he bust
Henny in her, mob's in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut, lemme see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggas, if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE TO MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freak niggas with the 'fedi, let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin
And let's go get us a sack
Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs
'til a nigga bust, then we bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with the 'fits that show the skin
Real niggas, mind yo' best friend at the pen
Real hoes, let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass and make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to The Lox and Beanie
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me, when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb, we got bombs
Aowwwwwwwww!
We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' ya hood
But how many y'all KILL?!!!
[Verse 1: Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mob a' niggas that love to talk shit
Probably motherfuckers that be scummy and'll go for the money
But need a ride when they roll to the lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner, never run when he bust
Henny in her, mob's in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut, lemme see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggas, if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE TO MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freak niggas with the 'fedi, let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin
And let's go get us a sack
Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs
'til a nigga bust, then we bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with the 'fits that show the skin
Real niggas, mind yo' best friend at the pen
Real hoes, let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be squeezin' ass and make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to The Lox and Beanie
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me, when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb, we got bombs
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