I'm getting it, jumping and bumping
I got that pistol in the glove box
Ready to get to busting and dumping, I'm in the mud clot
Hold up, oh-oh, pick for ya
Pull that bitch, trigger, and then we dip on 'em
I'm ready to tear them, the devil is riding right with me to battle
I'm 'bout to go slamming them gavels
And moving cold in the phantom
I highly doubt that you got love for me
My weapon, it always keeps me company
I be the wrecking ball
Shaking and breaking, the rest involved
Fuck what you thinking, I'm better than y'all
The best of all time, the graveyard veteran, oh
Twisting fast, flicking ash
Making some dollars and make it last
Life is fast, death is slow
The reaper is reaping, I'm coming down
Out, hit the sound, blades pimping downtown
Get the team another round, cheers to us for holding it down
Diamonds in my pinky ring, charge it to the fucking game
All you pussies imitate, I came back to set it straight
Rolling up grip on my Glock 9, I get so high that I stop time
Send me the addy, I'll drop mine
Changing the game every time that I rhyme
Kicking it thinking it's bout time
Pick 'em up, put 'em on up in the sky
Listen up, I go with one at a time
Fuck with the team and I promise you die
Riding around, smoking the pound
I feel like I'm in a different world
Fucking around, we laying it down
Fuck it and pick up a different girl
I like to keep my pimping A1
See, we've been silent ever since day one
Back roads calling me, I gotta go back
Back roads calling me, I gotta go back
Back roads calling