Jackin’ 4 Beats Big K.R.I.T. (Ft. Dem Boyz B)

[Intro:]
Hey whats the motherfuckin' deal baby?
K-R-I-T in the motherfuckin' booth
Hitlab studios, Multi Records, 3-0 B, Queen City
I'm jackin' 4 beats nigga

[Hook: Big KRIT]
The killa K gonna blow off anything you drivin'
Five in the mornin' (?) knockin'
Hey, I'm the hottest, it's my CD they coppin'
Hey, I destroy you anywhere, anybody

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Hey, you niggas talk a lot - I see it in your nature
You ain't feelin' me? Ya'll motherfuckers haters
But, I expose the fake asap, the K clap
Pull up in a Maybach and leave a hater face flat
With no remorse for him, better call his peoples
He couldn't feel it in the air, he was Beanie Seagel
I showed up breakin' bread, takin' name, and givin' orders
Yea, I'm something like Troy, universal soldier
I made it in the street but, they heard it miles away
How he known in Atlanta? He live miles away
I'm that 'sippi shawty, no more cotton pickin'
Unless you talkin' white-tees and throwbacks I'm kickin'
We pop the tags and buying bars while our bumpers drag
They gettin' mad and jockin' hard cause those niggas fag
I'm 'bout my paper, you can keep the fuckin' fame dear
I'm touchin' down, I'm about to change the game here