Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)
Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,
Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.
Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats
In ya back seat (Haha)
Yall think Im mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout
How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and Im sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya
(Hook x1)
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat
(DO
DAT)
I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do
dat (DO DAT)
(Chorus x2)
Yoouuu gon have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
Now that you know what the song about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin they jewelry from Jacob
And dont let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone(?)
After the video it gotsta go back to the sto
Thats Crazy
Talkin bout some shit you dont own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo dont they call that frontin
