Hook: male singer
Look what Im going thru 16x
Verse 1: t mac
I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego
Dual off in my chevy got me loose finna let go
And I got em ducking finna buck em
Shaking bitches off with fire when Im lucking
Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter
Tatter tatter
Watch her body splatter cause it really doesnt matter
If I gotta ima pop her and the clip gone stop her
Ena forina sipping on a zima
Smoke cut it out
How you live about
Bitches in the south
Women in the south
Where my yams and my chicken and my color Im picking,
Im picking, Im choosing,
Im losing my mind my niggas is all of the time
Dope than I choke
Coughing the smoke
So I be like fuck that dope
Lets go bump a dime
Fuck with my mind
Keeping the nine all of the time
Im chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
I represent bulletproof
And I been down since 92
Yall dont know what I done been thru
Hook: male singer
Look what Im going thru 16x
Verse 2: pastor troy
Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
In the land where a little man must wear a vest
Settle for less
But I got lesser
Got this bitch that aint shit and God wont bless her
Wont slow me down
Front this ho around lets be fo real
Kill or be killed
I got feelings but I still cant feel
Hungry for meals
And until I can say I got it
Ima go take these crackers hostage at they college
Thats higher learning
Blunt burning gone help me see
The realness of this fucked up reality
Its blasphemy
A quarter ki of cooked coco
Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there
Aint no scare
Look what Im going thru
Hook: male singer
Look what Im going thru 16x
Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine
Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut
Cant worry about what niggas think cause they dont wanna see me up
1988 we had connections like them goodfellas
Smith and wesson on my side cause cant nobody tell us
Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins
My mama still tell me till this day
Better watch this how they play
And muthafuck what niggas say
Thats thats why my mind cant get trapped
Inside a nigga no bullshit
Tripping off some anna thats why I be quick to pull quick
Money still rolling holdin down this shit with congregation
Sold my soul
Done pimped my foes, still big facing
Got me pacing
Hook: male singer
Look what Im going thru 16x
Verse 4: mica b
Coming up in the game making this money
We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene
Gotta pocket in the bank full of green
And all my real thugs roll to clean
Chiefin that goody
Thinking bout business
Short term and long term
Bullets we burn
With a thick firm
Let the whole world know its our turn
Major d in tennessee, atl, georgia, and m-town
Bound to crank a spot up now
Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
Making moves in the hood
Chiefing with the big boys
Rolling in the big toys
Making all the big noise
Aint scared to go to war
And all us hustlers like to score
Im dropping that pants worse
Pimp first
Then fuck what haters speak
Im pimping on these streets
And these south joints paying me
Mange twah in the marriott
I send em to the private parties
Then scoop em up
From the snake joint and big bodies
