Trey, woah-woah. Yeah, yeah, hey y'all know y'all done f**ed up right? So this the type of sh** to help a n***a when a n***a need the trap to go up n***a. Y'all playing with dope. Jeezy Snow gotta come back and do this sh** again. Y'all know this finna be another 20 year run n***a. Ayy Snow, these n***as playing with it, we gotta show these n***as who the best
Heard the streets is talking to them b**hes I'm listening
Y'all gon' make me whip a quarter mil up with my wrist and sh**
Shawty Redd got the beat banging Snow back on his Snow sh**
And the way I feel n***a I might call up my old b**h
Lexus coupe, bubble eye, I was paying 24
Transaction at the car wash 'cross from the store
That was off of Candler Road, dirty south, DeKalb mall
Back when me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball
About the time I bought the coupe just to hang up out the roof
Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I duck and block that boy the truth
Then I picked that Bentley up 'cause frankly I ain't give a f**
Snow pursue that rapping sh**, your name is hot, you blowing up
n***a Pump hit me up, a young n***a signed a background
Met the judge and had a bag [?] call me the bad boy
They was in them Breitlings but your boy was in that Rollie
Who else gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle
If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air
If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air
All my real b**hes, three fingers in the air
Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air
My young n***as riding leather, three fingers in the air
Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air
b**h I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers
Had the rims so long I had to buy XL tires
Got popped in jack town was a little off the rap
My n***a Boo Rossini had to come and bail me out
What if they find two mil? b**h y'all know that that was 3
Riding green Murcielago, y'all know that that was me
I done had so many Lambs' that I'm Lambo'd out
I'm a have to buy a Cutla** I done already had
See I wear my Jacob to my first meeting with Def Jam
Walked in and told LA Reid "you see it"
Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm 2Pacing
They never found my prints on the rocks, I'm tube sockin'
If you're really bout your issues, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air
If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air
All my real b**hes, three fingers in the air
Don't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air
My young n***as riding leather, three fingers in the air
Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air
This watered down sh** I keep hearing on the radio n***a. We going back to the streets n***a, the radio is the streets n***a. Hey y'all know y'all done f**ed up right? Trey