[Verse 1: Young Breed]
White bricks in a white whip
It's just a pot til you mixin' all that white sh**
Where the work, watch the youngin' make the white whip
Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip
I could sell it wholesale what a idea
In Dade County ain't a dope charge that i appeal
Same head bussas with them rusty choppas
Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars
They want to see my picture on a T-shirt
All the sticks good just makin' sure the D's work
All my enemies I like to keep 'em close
It's a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat
I'm where the dope boys from
You gotta keep some coke
I rolled fresh up out the slums i need to see the soap
Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho
Haters never straight until I let these rounds go
Another 211 in the projects
Keep a strap, this where all the n***as rob at
? come to the trap like where the bomb at?
I'm still sh**tin' on these n***as
Where the john at?
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Baking soda in my Range Rover
I'm takin' over n***a, game over (x7)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
f** the state penn, I'm f**in' hoes at Penn State
In the Bentley bumpin best of Biggie mixtape
n***as at me like I'm 2Pac at a Vegas lobby
Money bags on your a** and you can pay the price
I'm in your city and i want to make it right
For that lil check hit you in your pair of Nikes
End of conversation, n***a came and end your life
I'm talkin' compensation with a brick of white
I'm sellin' records n***a but I'm livin' trife
I'm number one lookin' like I did it twice
I got them shooters n***a that'll dim yo lights
Midnight in overtime and n***as shootin' dice
Four, five, six n***a
Don't you open my brick n***a
Them haters screamin' my name ain't they?
They want to take a n***a chain ain't they?
But that gon' be a f**in' problem ain't it?
Bus' 'em like a bottle ain't it?
All I got is real n***as
I'm talkin' 'bout real k**as
Baking soda in my Range Rover
I'm takin' over n***a, game over
You snortin' coke where you snort mine
This fast money, f** father time
Big guns for that big talk
Take a n***a car and make a b**h walk
My AK always was my father figure
I barely knew my father n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
M's, Double M's I'm entitled to a hundred M's
Hit a lick and I'm stickin' dick in my women friends
Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch
Watch for the scavengers scratchin' them snitches got an inch
I can take a slight trip with a white b**h
Whip full of white girl in a white whip
Ice, ever had to take a n***a life
Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife
I know the feelin' with k**in my n***as made a k**in'
So f** the dealin with murder they really handle business
n***as losin' that's a switchin' in my opposition
So who you choosin' b**h?
I hope you choosin' the f**in' winner
I heard them same p**y n***as snitches
This sh** you talk 'bout with them b**hes
Turn you to a witness (ridiculous)
They can't be me because we keep it different
We who you see on yo TV and that's a major difference
Skrrrt
[Hook]