Drumma Boy - Me OK lyrics

[Hook] First to tell you motherf**er "Trap or die", that's me OK? Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that's me, OK? Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK? Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that's three, OK? Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me, OK? Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that's me, OK? On that Avion to the head, hey but me, OK? Never put a b**h before my bread, hey that me, OK? [Verse 1] I'm a fool on that Avion, Snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke you like a Swisha You know my game tizight, you know that's off tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on d**h Row All black glizzock, that 40 say leggo All my n***as is 'bout it, all my b**hes is wit' it One call, that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real n***a fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred a O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em, now they gone, guess who takin' a trip [Hook] [Verse 2] When L.A. Reid was in office, made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', n***a, what the f** is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss sh**, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you b**hes ready, vice prezzy and this presi Got some sh** up in my bezzy (so what ya sayin'?), my wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thang, swear to God, she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a n***a totin' Keep that street n***a paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord, wa**up? [Hook] [Verse 3] Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah, you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah, without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Who put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam amba**ador Dropped so many Rollies, n***as thought I owned a Rollie store Snow, it's been a while, yeah, you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or sh** without my mothaf**in' pistol [Hook]