| Mmmh |
| Ain’t this some shh |
| Here’s another one |
| Here’s another one yup |
| Hey ma what’s up you right I’m right |
| Throwback too tight tonight sho night shotgun we ride |
| P-O P-I-M-P-I-N |
| Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on |
| On the celly phone I done bump this chick named vanessa got it goin on |
| I’mma wax that ass give her one map then send her home |
| Headed to the mo she got my knee’s knockin pulled over by the park |
| Now my jeeps rockin oh… nananana mmm… lalalala |
| Momma’s bad with it ass is so pretty let me hit it from the back |
| While she talks dirty fellas let me hit that then walk early |
| Ladies got a women but don’t worry she got me gettin at her |
| Baby’s feelin betta relax her mind with the ismm then I’m spittin at her |
| Whats mine is mine whats yours is mine the flow is blind I see you |
| Not just us now who you trust |
| Well let me pull up to your earpiece and sprinkle some game |
| You ought to be tired of dealin with the same old same time for you |
| To roll with a G and get rid of your lame we some grown ass people |
| Ain’t no need to be ashamed |
| Bun b is the name king of the trill is my label dont you worry bout a thang |
| Cause I’m willin and able |
| Not to mention lock loaded and cocked ready to rock so close the curtains |
| Turn the lights off and unplug the clock |
| Wanna knock you off and knock you down |
| You dont need nobody else so let me lock you down |
| Not with handcuffs baby but with real talk cut a corner with me |
| Let me show you how the trill walk |
| You can tell that I’m the king by how I move through the city |
| And I can make it a queen and move through it with me |
| I can tell that your ready I can see that your down |
| So hop your ass off in the caddy girl lets light up the town |
| You lookin badder then ever tighter than prada gucci suede leather |
| Drop the top in this wheather |
| Bend the block with a Glock and a dime on my side |
| Pretty? and fendi plus I gotta have a lot of that henny |
| With the paper to fold |
| Spreewells spin while the h-s-e roll |
| Now tell me a-k you cold |
| Plus ladies love the way that we flow |
| Wanna sit and get blowed |
| At the front stairway of a luxury condo |
| Come out of her clothes |
| In her bedroom with the springs up and rockin |
| When I handle my function |
| Bounce back on the e-way whats poppin |
| Put the clip in the Glock in roll to the westside call up my chopper |
| But the head was too proper got to the point where I really couldn’t |
| Stop her 25 with thick thighs |
| And she likes to ball with pimp than rich guys |
| And she rides by word and I got her locked like dro and good herb |
| She wanna splurge ?? next week up on the same old thang |
| Kickin the same cold game |
| Let her know that she dealin with the same old lame |
| I got paper to check plus the number one rule is |
| M-o-b-p-o-p-i-m-p from d-o-d holla |