[Verse 1] Guess whos back in da building, mind on a million it's some bitch from decater She be holding my cash and I be holding her down she be holding my work and I be dicking he down, just got a call from the other side of town, said I'm tryna go up, the opposite of down, said I hope you aint the feds nigga ima do me, said he comin rite back he gone need another three, two planes, four birds one nigga ooh wee, 17, 5, yea you know shawty low anythang bout to blow bitch ask shawty know and all the real bitches say go shawty goooo, now I'm black tee wearing hell naw I aint caring and I'll wreck this bitch and come back in a maclarin, you know da feds stareing, and I aint even caring, I left my 87's off nigga show them wat I'm wearing.
[Chorus] I done done it all lexis, ice strokes, chevys, bitches, promices broken. You aint never in your life seen a nigga this focused and done done it all in a pair of air forces [2x]
[Verse 2] If it's a UFO then it's the FBI and one more u, it nigga don't call me, I'm so hot ass they really don't want me, your own ass now they all on me, so nigga worry bout you why you all on me? big stacks big straps yea all on me, you at it wit my city then it's all on me if I'm at it wit your city then it's all on me, new jail new cell old news, gotta new grind, myspace, youtube, smoke nigga, pretty nigga big food, a good blunt tryna fie up like good food, talkin about the whole, and you don't even know but half, I'm talkin lumpkin, dumpkin, macnabb, yea my partner got arrested I got a new lexis, and yea I told my girl lexis to buy a new lexis.
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[Verse 3] A real nigga on top yall should be glad to see let me ask yall a question and don't you laugh at me, come things first but I don't knoe why, take them out the cage and they still wont fly, take them out the flap and they still wont sell, take them out ten times and they still wont smell, you can get a good lawyer but he still gone tell, and you can fix a car and it's still gone fail, I done did some buisness with mariah, lupee, usher, same ol j.young aint no buster, never said I was a usher, so how you gone act like I aint no hustler, I got bitches all round me young like usher, don't leave your bitch around me young might fuck her, catch me in the ballout, me and my shooters, in a white drop top, hooters, broad day big bag, getting money, 5 grand we had... rent money, real nigga till I die, get money, 20 in advance big money.
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