L-T - Fo Sho lyrics

Fo sho, smoking choppers and helicopters Zippers and kicking trippers, fo sho Fo sho, better have the bread Fo sho, n***a gon end up dead Fo sho, riding on them chromed out twins Fo sho, young n***a you best stack your ends Fo sho, n***a better do your thang Fo sho, face down in this game Fo sho, fo sho [L.T.] Now let me introduce myself, its Mr. PMG n***a your boy L.T., that represent B-O-D I stay on track and stay on grind, toss it up and shut it down Represent for H-Town, pop my trunk and show some ride And if they coming with some plex, we breaking backs and snapping necks Putting b**h n***as in check, hit your block and straight wreck Naw I mean n***a we coming, you and your boys start to running Fore' my K start to drumming, have your whole hood humming Tear it up don't give a f**, we keeping lean up in our cup Its Southeast n***a what, we got them Caddies on the bump With wood grain, swang and bang, make it hot like a flame Its four hundred for them thangs, you keep it cool it might change And that's for real n***a chill, me and my boys staying trill Down in H-Town with them grills, slabbed out and popping pills [Mun-E] Got the game and perfected, I found the shop and then wreck it Competition gets corrected, by this lyrical lethal weapon Steadily chilling my checking, so bustas keep on stepping I'm Phat Money connected, your rank you better protect it Expect the unexpected, what you can't see or feel Or you gone, respect this is kinda like popping a pill When the pain gets hectic, for when the rain gets reckless Its a damn shame they sweat this, my diamond rings and necklace Throwed in the game from Texas, and still breaking em off And get tossed when I floss, cause I'm representing the South [Hook - 2x] Cause I'm all about my paper, everyday a Straight heart breaker, guaranteed to spray ya We are, making a move to make em bounce Dropping lyrics in these rhymes, popping game from the South [SPM] Its all gravy its all groovy, I smoke em like a doobie Feed him lead for what he said, put him to bed like Sleeping Beauty Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air Someone asked me what my race was, I told em it was player Very rare, my breed is almost extinct, the way I walk The way I think, the sh** I wear, the sh** I drink The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydro ponic When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit Mama mia, Versacci clothes from the galleria I f** a country singer, and a Houston ballerina Chef Coy, cooking ice cream on my stove top As your b**h, lick my dick like a blow pop From the old spot, when I dance I do the robot Got hoes across Texas, from Dallas to Beaumont Still I'm loco, f** any player hating hotho You ain't got no love for me, then I ain't got no love down poco [Hook] [Baby Beesh] Its the return of the grain gripper, main n***a, c**aine flipper Drain dripper, its Baby Basherini man a brain ripper Strange liquor, in the mix like margarita Keep a heater millimeter, in my vita plus a two liter Salty latino, throwing bombs like Dan Marino Pacino, I'm down and dirty when it come to my c-notes I'm off the chizzle when I sizzle, doing my thug thizzle On the rizzle, these playas gon blow my duz fizzle What's really, bullets floating like a yacht 17 motherf**ers dead let em rot, gotta get my scratch right So n***a act right, don't make me buck em And if these fools make a move, well then my...motherf** em [Hook] [Tommy G] Well I'm in to potent paper, major dived-ends Snatching breaking lyrics, f**ing b**hes best friends Can painted legendary streets, or wrapping bricks cooking cheese Living major bout my paper, keeping hoes bending knees Drop it like to ease my stress, puffing on hydro leaves Rolling only with my team, breaking bread forfilling needs Its a way of life, that was destined in my plan Prices steep when I creep, shipping unloaded from bands [Hook - 2x]