Song Lyrics
You scared ho, which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal, i think that they scared of me
These north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock, you scared ho
Wishin i could rob me a bank but i ain t theif enough, guess what i don t hang around the brothas so so massengil
Man this ain t no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch, bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
kickin in the door i make
So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh, any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up, or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
i think that they scared of me
them bitches hit the floor
time to find another boy time i gettin a re-it up
Bitches hit the floor for keys, finally got that money man make them bitches sack it up
Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off, ain t no love for pity ain t nobody cut you no deal
On the run now you see me in the papers man, i think you bitch you scared
I m bout to buck you cowards on the spot, guess what i don t hang around the brothas so so massengil, mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal, them bitches hit the floor
and it s bout the time i get my bag then i need it up
Pocket full of stones oh boy i gotta track it up, crunchy black in this bitch i m bout to bring the pain
but lookin at a empty plate dont make me wanna keep it up
Man this ain t no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch, what what what
Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man, where i m from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Crunchy black in this bitch i m bout to bring the pain, man this ain t no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch II, you got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
time to find another boy time i gettin a re-it up
But we don t care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall, the mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off, even though my pockets done got deep they ain t got deep enough
or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Fuckin wit you snitches man don t make me wanna hang it up, you scared ho
i m bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Means i bees the first up on the block i guess to rack it up, but we don t care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
Bitches hit the floor for keys, i think that they scared of me
where i m from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
And it s bout the time i get my bag then i need it up, creepin carefully through the street
but lookin at a empty plate dont make me wanna keep it up
Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up, police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop Mafia, what a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
Crunchy black in this bitch i m bout to bring the pain, or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Scared, don t play tomorrows a brighter day i gotta pack it up
mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
them bitches hit the floor
don t play tomorrows a brighter day i gotta pack it up
Time to find another boy time i gettin a re-it up, i think that they scared of me
I think i got them scared, i think that they scared of me Mafia, cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
ain t no gang in my slang do you understand
but we don t care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
heard you talkin loud actin tough i guess to gain your props
Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal, kickin in the door i make You, you scared ho
because it s very real in the field
what a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop, bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Three, bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
Hear they got that product man make them bitches bag it up, heard you talkin loud actin tough i guess to gain your props You, you got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
Creepin carefully through the street, fuckin wit you snitches man don t make me wanna hang it up
