(Yessir)
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat
And we duckin from the cops
Only time that im a bitch
Is when im slappin up the opps
Aint no racing me
This shit it was meant to be
Slurring off comethazine
Yeah we making history
And im stickin to the plan
Stayin guapped up bitch
Lemme spend a couple bands
Keep the stick up in my hands
Make an opp understand
Imma do you like aladdin
Gettin buried in the sand
Z E V had to spell it for a hoe
And you better come correct
Fore i mutilate ya bro
And im comin for ya mom
She gon tell me im the bomb
She gon want me in the sheet
She gon want it on repeat
This that shit youll remember
Keep on talking trash goofy boy
I might loose my temper
Crip walkin on they ass
Double tap and imma smash
If she ugly imma pass
In the whip i do the dash
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat
I said WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Why i got a semi auto right at yo back
Keep on talkin get hit with the mac
Got a big drum, to match my sack
Hittem with the strap, yuh hittem with the Knack
Gold in my teeth, it stain like plack
Fuck my old bitch, cuz my new bitch bad
Dragonite, yeah he bouta attack
Yuh im trippin off percs, and i pull up with bitches
I seein the opps, then i leave em with stitches
Diggin they graves, im diggin em ditches
Fuck her right quick, then i get to the digits
Sippin on wock, yeah im sippin on lipton
Ballin so hard im feelin like nixon
He gon play the role, he fakin like fiction
Im ballin so hard, im feelin like wilson
Ey bitch whatchu tryna say
Big stick gat in my hand to you face
Hoes on my body like I need me some space
Fuck my life bitch am counting my own day
Gat in my hand like click clack bang
35 shots running through yo holl gang
Uzi to the window bitch I don't need aim
Don't want no bitch ye I don't play that game
Big drum glock i always keep my touch
Keep talkin shit bitch I don't give a fuck
Addict on the track and you that am stuck
Need someone better like bitch good luck
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat
WHO DAT! WHO DAT!
Movin too mad, too mad
Bad bitches on my line
Better move back move back
Spend a whole stack, throwback
Big gat, click clack
Done talkin with ya bitch
No time for the chit chat