I'm up early 'cause my nigga
don't sell dope after nighttime
Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie,
movin'dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, bitch, holla at your bitch,
now your bitch on my team
Got her buyin' us sticky green,
lace some with promethazine
Candy sweets, a candy bitch,
you lookin' at a candy boy
I done came down Main and popped trunk,
hit the switch on my candy toy
We all young ghetto boys,
that's why we act this way
Tryna see a million dollars,
hopin' these niggas don't blast today
Pro- smoke, pro- choke,
anti- broke, conservative liberal
Left- wing slangin', right- wing hangin',
in criminal court, it's civil
In the middle of reality,
unsolved mysteries riddle
Knockin' over fat cats and gettin'
my dogs some bits and kibbles
On note pads I scribble,
write rippers that'll make you think
Snap so hard it'll break your
synchronicity, fuck it, take a drink
I fake it, blink and poof,
we disappear into a shroud of doja
Cloud composures,
all- nighters it's like Folger's
But, bitch, I tried to told you
Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville),
grippin' my steel (grippin' my steel)
Might pop a pill, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
Uh, sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
house on the hill (house on the hill)
Countin' up my scrill, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel? (Nigga, how you
feel?) I feel so trill (I feel so trill)
Might pop me a pill, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill (house on the
hill),marijuana fields (marijuana fields)
Grippin' my steel, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
They tellin' me, "Bun don't
go there"
But, man, I just gots to bring it
These niggas, they wanna hate on
that Texas but scared to sing it
They don't know what that star about
They don't know what that barre about
They don't know what that candy car
about or smokin' that jar about
All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em,
or what the fuck we sell 'em
Smokin' Swishers, wood grain and leavin'
stains on cerebellums
Rebel 'em, propel 'em, gel 'em,
from P.A. to Deep Ellum
Tell 'em I told 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it,
phone 'em to hell to heaven
Uh, I just spent
60 G's on a brand
new Eldo- reeze
Black- on- black drop top 'lac,
Northstar fifth wheel on back
Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when
my trunk steady hummin'
Had to leave my bitch 'cause I fell in
love with my chrome- plated woman
I love my wood wheel Grant,
'84 Cadillacs that slant
Slowed- down Screw tapes that knock,
blowin' on Green private stock
Bitch, I don't eat ham hock,
try 20- ounce angus beef
Hangin' with young niggas,
that pack big triggers and got big- ass diamonds off in they teeth
Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel
and
grill), candy Seville (candySeville)
Might pop a pill, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill (house on the hill),
expensive meals (expensive meals)
Countin' up my scrills, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill), nigga,
how you feel? (Nigga, how you feel?)
Might pop a pill, bitch,
I'm workin' wood wheel
Grippin' the steel (grippin' the steel), nigga,
I'm so real (nigga, I'm so real)
Bitch, how you feel? Nigga,
I'm workin' wood wheel
Smokin' on
bionic, bubonic,
chronic, it's so ironic
Sippin' gin and tonic,
supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic
We crash your party, piss on your parade,
sip syrup like it's lemonade
From Paris to the Palisades
to the Prominade
Bomb and fade, closes the car,
break worlds, it's plain as day
That's the game we came to play
It don't change, ain't a thing to say
It's goin' down in the H- Town
Young player from the South
'bout to blaze a pound
Tryna find me a bop with some
good mouth
I know you freaky bitches know
what I'm talkin' 'bout
Ain't got no time to play, girl
Let me get a little throat
and some good skull
Bitch, didn't you know
who the fuck I was
Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff?
Bitch, don't give a fuck
about your man, so
Bitch try to fuck fast, I'ma fuck slow
How the fuck you're gonna
out- fuck James, ho?
Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better
let it go
Gettin'
ready for head doctors,
show shockers
Body rockers,
late- night door knockers
Gotta break us off big pimpin',
baby, we ho clockers
Bitch bosses, takin' no losses,
best go ask aks Lil' Wee- wee
Been I- T, yo,
we crack a danger ray about big Pee Wee
Baby brother, Sweet James Jones,
guerilla pimpin' at its finest
Leavin' haters and ho- hustlers behind us,
rewind us
Touched like Midas,
these bitch- ass niggas they study and bite us
Couldn't not recite us,
come to our show and bitch niggas try to fight us
Ho niggas scream and talk,
trill niggas bust and leave
How the fuck you're gonna go to war when
you bitch- ass niggas ain't got no cheese?
Blowin' big kill