| Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee |
| That nigga Big Ass Moe |
| Chillin with my partna named D-mo |
| Its on his birthday we comin through |
| In a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw |
| And I got that boy Kici in heah |
| And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah |
| And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea |
| Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e |
| Yeah that nigga Joe |
| I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe |
| I’m up on this tape, never gonna hate |
| Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate |
| Yeeea yeeee |
| Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts |
| Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come |
| Comin down the 'vard |
| Actin hard, not fraud |
| Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad |
| Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe |
| Comin through the boulevard can’t rock 'n roll |
| I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam |
| I’m at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams |
| My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib |
| I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals |
| I’m just kinda fried, I don’t know why |
| I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why |
| (Big Moe) |
| Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah |
| Its them boys off that Long Drive |
| That nigga D-mo |
| Here I go, here I go |
| Gettin crunk on tha reala, Im a nigga be smokin that killa |
| Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla |
| Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo |
| I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe |
| Man let me get my shit right |
| Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off |
| Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss |
| 20 G’s up in this bitch be jammin |
| Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin |
| Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades |
| Niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid |
| Everybody late and Ima just gone play |
| And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna |
| Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad |
| So I get my cash and I act mad |
| I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac |
| A nigga comin down with blue and purple |
| Comin down with a 5th in the back |
| And Im feelin so true |
| Got much love for my nigga named Screw |
| The Kici’s in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan |
| I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him |
| He broke em all down and we all got high |
| And niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys |
| Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red |
| We like that fuckin green, papers what I said |
| Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin |
| Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin |
| Big Moe wreck one more, so we can hit the store |
| Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo |
| (Big Moe) |
| Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e |
| I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 |
| Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive |
| You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive |
| To the T-o-p, thats the top man |
| Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain |
| If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know |
| We comin down bald fades, not afros |
| (Kiki) |
| Now we chillin, now we just leanin |
| And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene |
| Just got some drank from that boy with that bird |
| And you know we just hooked up on some syrup |
| Now you know we gone, goin real strong |
| I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long |
| Drop roll barre, that what I want |
| Im comin on down jammin |
| I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin |
| And you know we smoke weed |
| We dont fuck with embalmin |
| Cause that shit bad for a G like me |
| I guess I represent Southside lil Kici |
| I showin em, Everybody got on they Nikes |
| And you know what everybody higher than a kite |
| Or they just leanin in they seat |
| Smokin swisha sweets |
| Want some fuckin crack |
| Gone and hit me on my beep |
| A-I-R, sippin on tha barre |
| Nigga you dont understand |
| Nigga in our car |
| Got 4 TVs all up in the seats |
| And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets |
| I’m just what reclinin |
| Nigga bumper climbin |
| Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds |
| Yeah everbody like, where the night? |
| Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief |
| Gone break them hoes off |
| Gone represent the South |
| Ima come through drinkin lean and I ain’t gonna cough |
| Ima let them boys know how far I can go |
| Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low |
| Keep my shit optimo in my mouth |
| Because they be runnin |
| Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin |
| Im comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwed |
| Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe |
| Those hoes out to get ya for everything |
| But Im out there tryin to come up and swang |
| Or chop up on some blades |
| I keep a tight fade |
| You know Im always on my paper chase |
| Always get my green, always on my lean |
| Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene |
| In a classic seat |
| Yeah thats a sheet |
| And you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key |
| So guess what, I open my dresser drawer |
| Kici’s jeans and a key, thats what I saw |
| I saw a bunch of shit |
| Now I be legit |
| Im just in the game |
| And the Kici ain’t gonna quit |
| Im steady steady husslin |
| Steady steady strugglin |
| Boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin |
| So I get my nine out cause they got some static |
| Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic |
| Flem got the 40 |
| He gone get rowdy |
| And ya dont want that shit |
| Cause its gone be naughty, by nature |
| Fuck a playa hater |
| Ima come through |
| And ya know Im down to spray ya |
| Let them boys know came here with tha Yungstar |
| And he fixin to flow, and he ain’t no fuckin punk |
| So Im fixin to pass it |
| Hoppin like a rabbit |
| Man Im comin through got paper gotta have it |
| Under my damn bed |
| And Im flippin red |
| If I get caught with keys I goin fed |
| But that ain’t on my mind |
| No Im not thinkin about 9 |
| Im thinkin bout 18 |
| Man its my time |
| To pop up on the scene |
| And show my fuckin neckless |
| Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it |
| In a damn line |
| Pop trunk, surround |
| Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down |
| Diamonds in our grill |
| Tell me how ya feel |
| Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold grill |
| Tha shit dont stop |
| Tha hoes gonna bop |
| Cause we gone come through and we got hard rock |
| Yep, always lookin, hooked up with tha clay, always cookin |
| Gone blade knife |
| Cookin keys in the kitchen |
| Give me nine ounces |
| Lemme get up on my mission |
| Make my damn green |
| So I can be like you |
| Kici’s in this bitch |
| Chillin with my partna screw |
| Fixin to give it to this boy |
| Goin flip his tounge |
| Man go on, go on, go strong |
| (Big Moe) |
| Heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah |
| Im gonna bring young G in on this mic |
| His name is Yungstar |
| You know that he’s rollin tight |
| Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down |
| Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town |
| (Yungstar) |
| Out H-town, showin surround by sound |
| Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground |
| Im talkin shit they didn’t like |
| Ridin marble white |
| I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right |
| Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace |
| Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna jock me |
| As I slow the beat down |
| See the diamonds face strong |
| Wreckin whole H-town |
| Comin through and we down |
| With them hoes wanna see me, yellas in bikinis |
| Break em off for D-mo, its his birthday and that Kici |
| On that Long Drive, order baked potato with chives |
| Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go out |
| Yes Im goin off, cause I gots to go man |
| Watch I come through |
| Watch I throw the West with my hand |
| Go and get me some |
| Break em off with my pump |
| I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb |
| Boys steady swervin |
| Pickin em up at Sterling |
| Gots to send shots, send Piper to that Mervyns |
| And they carved in stone |
| I can go on |
| I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone |
| Its tha Poterola |
| Im a money folder |
| Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder |
| Grippin on tha grain |
| Cause so much pain |
| To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain |
| Watch A-Team me as I pop and I shine |
| Ima break em off see that Flip just recline |
| Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl |
| TV VCR, lay back gone recline |
| And they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy |
| Hoes get mad cause I ain’t no mack daddy |
| Gotta flip my tounge |
| Yes be leavin them sprung |
| Bust some shit out some lung |
| Dont know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin |
| Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin |
| See that boy me and Poo |
| Hes steady jammin Screw |
| Two toned blades |
| Flippin rollin with tha whole crew |
| Yes that screw you hes a dealer |
| Boy had a seizure |
| Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon please ya |
| Gots to wreck shop '96, I ain’t gone stop it |
| Gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it |
| I ain’t gonna even play |
| Im thinkin the MLK |
| I might just flip a four |
| Get crazed tip tangeray |
| Or be on the flip phone |
| These hoes be on my bone |
| I might just come with marble |
| Just to switch to teflon |
| These hoes be on my zipper |
| I’m bald fade with the clippers |
| I might just come with Burban |
| I might just go and get wood strip a |
| I gots to go down |
| I gots to just wreck it |
| And when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect |
| They try to talk down |
| Because I gots to go through the dark |
| I see that boy Gregg & Wood lost in that East Park |
| KiKi on lock, I ain’t forgot |
| That Yungstar wreck the mic |
| That Screw done wrecked it up |
| So you know they ain’t gone like |
| How we did it, its that boys Bday |
| I came what fade |
| Gots to sip that Tangarey |
| Ima steel fool |
| From tha Southside |
| We dont bang bang, yes my mouth is what dry |
| Im gone wreck shop |
| Gots to send it to that |
| Boys |
| Im a one thriller |
| Gots to watch tha scandal |
| Shop at that Randall |
| Hit that fuckin beach, with that what Nike sandal |
| Got em on my feet, hide behind tint be blowin sweet |
| Them hoes be on my dick |
| Be blowin up it be so neat |
| Dont settle for less |
| These dont try to impress |
| Thats why I break em off |
| That new pair of Guess |
| I hit that Sterling |
| That Mervyn |
| Them hoes they dont know me |
| I might holla at Pokey |
| Or go and get that 40 |
| Them boys be steady doin it |
| Knockin off the unit |
| Hit that big bay |
| We ain’t flew it |
| Dripped and we draped out |
| Know what I talkin bout |
| You dont see my diamonds |
| Cause them boys comin out |
| Im a take and break the mic |
| Yes that got me goin |
| Yung’s steady flowin |
| And Im steady what blowin |
| Gots to pass it that Po-yo |
| Cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it |
| This ain’t '94 hoe |
| (Big Moe) |
| Yeaaah yeeeaaaah |
| Chillin with my boy on his birthday |
| Im that young G, yeah M-o-e |
| Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey |
| Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone |
| You know he’s comin through with a pocket full of chrome |
| (Big Pokey) |
| A nigga on a mission, steady hittin bitches |
| Pump steady itchin, boys steady wishin |
| Talkin down on a nigga name |
| Ima hit the boulevard grippin wood grain |
| 19's gone be turnin, got the wood sternin |
| Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin |
| Smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo |
| Sippin on the 8, idle up the poe-poe |
| Ima come down wit the deuce |
| Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice |
| Sittin sideways, boys in a daze |
| On a Sunday nite I might brang me some mace, maybe OJ’s |
| Hoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazy |
| Wanna have my baby, ain’t gone get me locked down |
| I can’t get locked, hold my Glock |
| Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block |
| Cause they gone pay, gonna make my fedy |
| Keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly |
| Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid |
| Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave |
| Me and screw you, what you wanna do |
| Let me come down Po-yo got his crew |
| Got my whole click, got to come down |
| Ima wave trunk, Im a gone so so fine |
| Ima hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites |
| Ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice |
| Wood strip got gold, leten em boys know |
| Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes |
| Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist |
| Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris |
| Movin keys, lemme chop em down |
| In my safe I gotta key and a pound |
| Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce |
| I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce |
| I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know |
| I’ma hit the boulevard slow and tip toe |
| With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women |
| Got to come through real sexy, not skinny |
| Dont want no big fat bitch |
| Can’t let that hoe ride with me on the switch |
| Gotta be playa, gotta be a star |
| Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre |
| We gone do it right, get a room later, ain’t no hater |
| Can’t fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater |
| Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill |
| Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed |
| Sittin in my vault, cases got caught |
| Had to come down gotta partna named Walt |
| Thats that boy Walter, I done had a daughter |
| Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter |
| It done got cold, money done unfold |
| Let me come down with a wood Momo |
| Thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill |
| House on the hill, got my mind on a mill |
| On a mission tryin to get rich |
| Down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch |
| All up in my face, ridin got bass |
| Late night on the what Screw with the Grace |
| Actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut |
| Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut |
| Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk |
| Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin |
| Thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd |
| Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard |
| Got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany |
| Got that boy Joe thinkin blades and Mazarati |
| Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint |
| Windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit |
| Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em |
| Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum |
| I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise |
| Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit |
| Some in Alabama, some down in Asia |
| Im do it right move my cheese on my pager |
| Beats '18, 735 with screens |
| Teal green, I be shootin my machine |
| Like a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappin |
| When a nigga steppin, nigga ain’t no preppin |
| In my corner cause yous a goner |
| Im smokin marajuana |
| Broke em off when I snatched my diploma |
| I walked across the stage |
| I turned the page, no more minimum wage |
| And my corner got paid |
| Kept fedy, kept it steady |
| My partna named Reggie |
| Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy |
| Hitin real hard, never did roid |
| Fat ass nigga, we’ll fuck a yella broad |
| Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down |
| Swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth |
| Im from the South, what ya talkin bout |
| The haters rollin up so I got my Glock cocked |
| I ain’t no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcano |
| Me and my partna Zano |
| Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja |
| Im a come down bunch of money |
| Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit |
| Boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it |
| Lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission |
| I gots to come down, knocked off a politician |
| Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer |
| Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer |
| First to put some boys back in the game |
| Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame |
| Ain’t gone be lame, a partna named Shane |
| Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain |
| Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy |
| Got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy |
| Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo |
| Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow |
| (Big Moe) |
| Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey |
| Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three |
| Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real |
| Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill |
| Im rollin wood grain, down that South man |
| Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain |
| Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck |
| We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check |
| Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin |
| Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning |
| With tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes |
| Hit that Po on that beeper |
| Down to score 9 |
| Fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block |
| Movin rock |
| Got my Glock cocked |
| Haters wanna stop but they can’t |
| Gotta keep a drank and Im drivin |
| Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin |
| In a three we, comin down bumper fall |
| Steady ballin |
| Haters steady callin my name |
| Im in this game with the birds |
| Have you fuckin heard |
| Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup |
| Witha gallon |
| Lookin for a stallion |
| Comin down and I got the chrome with medallion |
| And my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouth |
| Fuckin with these boys |
| And we could be out the South |
| In a bus |
| Blades are 19's |
| Po comin through and we got tha four screens |
| With tha VCR |
| And we sippin barre |
| Comin down tinted up, new what car |
| Got the woodgrain |
| And you know Im steady knockin |
| Trunk gone be poppin |
| Bumper unlockin |
| All you hear is Beep |
| And Im comin down swangin |
| Comin down, let the top up its fixin to rain |
| And Im comin through and Im steady sittin sideways |
| My way, have to do it Friday |
| Im comin, Im comin ain’t gone lie, say Im comin |
| Grill witha woman |
| On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin |
| I ain’t gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plus |
| Boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus |
| Fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon |
| And that man pulled and we what… |
| (Big Moe) |
| Yeeeeaaaa yeeeaah |
| Im comin through in my hoo-doo |
| You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw |
| We comin down, and you know we down to swang & bang |
| Im out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hang |
| I dont give a damn pop trunk Im gone slam |
| Im comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam |
| Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo |
| Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic |
| I thought you niggas knew |
| (Haircut Joe) |
| Thought you niggas knew |
| Fixin to come down |
| Bangin and that tint |
| Watch me come down and I got |
| Form that damn bam |
| I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail |
| Steady stack my mail |
| Watch me come come through |
| Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down |
| And I gots to come down |
| Nigga just roll, lets just smoke |
| Watch me come down and I ain’t no fuckin joke |
| Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk |
| I done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunk |
| Rollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut Joe |
| Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know |
| Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoe |
| Get he fuckin money |
| Like it ain’t funny take out a bank account |
| Like some damn magic, what the hell happened |
| Dont take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin |
| Nigga its the truth, charge it to the roof |
| A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots |
| But they can’t step on that what nigga level |
| Watch me come through nigga Im a just… man hold up |
| (Big Moe) |
| I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw |
| You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo |
| We came through and we sippin on that drank barre |
| We comin down lookin like playas and like stars |
| You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G |
| I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e |
| I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo |
| You know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew |
| That boy tha lean and fell on his head |
| We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red |
| You gotta feel me, that boy comin through |
| Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew |
| Comin down chillin |
| I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe |
| We all goin fed, fuck goin ag |
| Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag |
| We gotta make a livin |
| Nigga know Im real |
| Jammin Screw |
| I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew |
| My nigga Adrian |
| I got tha Haircut Joe |
| Flowin in this bitch |
| Its this nigga D-mo |
| My boy from the tre |
| They always pay late |
| I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay |
| My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed |
| That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor |
| He can’t handle shit, that nigga went down |
| Goin down real, on the Southside of town |
| We comin jammin screw |
| And we comin with my niggas |
| And we rollin with our crew |
| I got the nigga Yungstar from the South |
| Was wreckin this bitch |
| Comin down with cadillac |
| With big ol fuckin bumper kit |
| Comin down 5th wheel slammin |
| Hoe just fannin |
| Bitch Im sayin it |
| Cause I fucked your mamma |
| I fucked your cousin |
| I fucked that bitch |
| And these niggas just a fussin |
| Thinkin that a niggaplayamade |
| Didn’t know I got a muthfuckin tight fade |
| From that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd |
| You know how it go |
| All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight |
| We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight |
| And we can get blitz |
| And jam some Bone |
| And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on |
| And nigga, know you feel me |
| I know, I know Im real |
| Im comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill |
| My diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendin |
| Niggas comin down, starchin down on the scene and |
| Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe |
| I wanna hear this nigga sing |
| On my fuckin D bro |
| (Big Moe) |
| Chillin with my partna on his Bday |
| I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk |
| Im out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punk |
| Im comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pills |
| I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal |
| Im came through and ya know Im comin rollin hard |
| I represent that hood yeah the Tre Ward |
| You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene |
| Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine |
| (Kici) |
| Damn, chillin with my old school crew |
| Thats how we do, wearin Nike shoe |
| Big Po-yo |
| And a charm |
| And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm |
| When I come through bladed all popped up |
| We gone come on down |
| All these hoes |
| Niggas suck my dick |
| Im down with my click |
| All that hatin shit, that shit ain’t even thick |
| That shit is kinda low |
| I never been a hoe |
| Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe |
| That boy be wreckin on these tapes |
| Im thinkin comin down |
| With a tight drop |
| With dem buck |
| I dont give a fuck |
| All them fuckin haters you know they stuck |
| Cause Im strapped witha 9 |
| Im strapped witha 40 |
| Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy |
| Cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack |
| Im stuck in this game and nigga its like that |
| Thats how we doin do it down here, on the Southside |
| Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride |
| Follow right behind, follow on up |
| We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck |
| All that shit, all that shit is good |
| And everything I have gotta be wood |
| All over, even in a Range Rover |
| Im born and raised to be a young soldier |
| Call me a BG |
| But Im scorin a key |
| You know Im talkin about its that damn Kici |
| Im down on my knees |
| Im tryin to get on my feet |
| Cause Im just steady sellin all the keys |
| Come through, BMW, 96 new |
| Or maybe 97, 24−7 Im puttin in work |
| And then I got… |
| Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it |
| Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it |
| (Big Moe) |
| I done came through after every boys flow |
| Im that nigga Big Ass Moe |
| Steady jammin my music slow |
| I came done through with my crew |
| Pop trunk in that BMW |
| Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs |
| Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang |
| I bring another young G in on this mic |
| Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight |
| (Yungstar) |
| Then bring me in |
| My skin is my sin |
| Im thinkin brand new what Benz |
| Off the showroom |
| Them hoes they come soon |
| I gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broom |
| Every time they be hopin |
| I know they be scopin |
| I gots to break em off |
| Gots to leave they mouth open |
| Cause they gots to talk down |
| Diamond |
| Watch I open up my trunk |
| Showin nuthin but surround |
| Its all good |
| Yes they dont know |
| Baked potato and chive |
| When im hungrey hit that Long Drive |
| Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter |
| I gots to come through |
| Scatter |
| I hit that fuckin quarter, its gone be a slaughter |
| We draped and dripped out |
| Watch I bang with my daughter |
| Let the top down |
| Im fresh off carceration |
| We swanger |
| In tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR |
| With the star |
| She come through, she know that I got car |
| Ima do |
| I got to show the 6 X 9 |
| Gots to show |
| Watch that boy be reclinin |
| Im |
| Strait pop a pill and |
| Kici diamond grill |
| Them boys is locked up |
| Show |
| When I come through |
| Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop |
| Gotta leave it smokin |
| Cause this game ain’t jokin |
| Ima come through TV car wide open |
| Come and please get me |
| Watch I just spray |
| Sippin like tha AK |
| Gotta clear tha block off |
| Tha Yungstar ain’t gone play |
| Gots to pop |
| I bang in your ear |
| I shed so many tears |
| I bang R Kelly or Aliyah |
| Gots to drop tha top real gently |
| Im sippin on that jelly |
| I might just come through |
| Cause that boy be rockin steady |
| ESG is on lock |
| Them boys ain’t gone stop |
| Them boys be comin through |
| Im sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson |
| Im dressin nice |
| Im steady wreckin and ryhmin |
| Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin |
| Im fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours |
| And watch that mic get smokin |
| Elite, I practice what I preach |
| Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach |
| They speech on with that boy Po-yo |
| They dont know, that D-mo |
| Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow |
| And that boy Moe, he steady hummin |
| Keke said he comin |