If I Hit 112 (Ft. T.I.)

[Intro: T.I.]
Yo, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, it's T.I.P., man, king of the south
Rubber band man, boing
With my 4 1-12
Letting all those suckers for lord know man
Keep you girl out the club if you want 'em
Make no mistake we will take your broads, ya dig? (S-L-I-M)

[Verse 1: Slim]
Everytime I see you come through
You be with your man, he be cuffing you
I be like “Why?” [?] on queue
Chick gotta fly the coupe, what she needs too
People talking in the streets
Saying how bad you wanna give it to me
I was saying no
To get in there sweet
She better know what the rules gon' be

[Pre-Chorus: 112 (Slim)]
We stick, then we split
Ain’t no hints ‘bout you coming with me
(I'm a [?], I set you off
But you don't know how to let it go)
You're thick, body sick, but don’t trip
Keep this between you and me
(You can get it any time you want
That's one thing you gotta know)