Lyrics:
the sweepstakes now I got a big boost & got bragging rights punching out your daylights I’m ready for anything murdering everything carving you up real nice like
shinin that's fo sho/bitch I'm clean that's all I know and I'm ridin in the drop real slow/bitch I'm clean that's all I know when I pass by watch they
sweeping through the hood
Trying to see what's up on the loot
In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill
We roll real in a hot pursuit
I got's to shoot loving
fuckin screwed up screwed up click influenced us
What's that shit you just threw up must be brand new to us
This whole block on lock and shit zombie
Cause it's a family affair
[Hook]
[Bun B]
Hold up, gots to holla at the playas from my city
Real, trill ballers makin' half hustlers look shitty
dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just
keep it one thousand
So you can let go the five
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
We got motherfuckin DJ Memphis in this bitch
This real spill volume one
We
touch my car
Screwed up click is who we are
25 lighters like DMD
20 inch rims on GMC
Space age pimping like MJG
Let the world know I'm sucka free
Like
pistol smokey
Bitch, don't approach me
Or get blasted by bitches with toasties up in the Kochi
Ever since I ran that money up nigga got mad friends
Cherry
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
the oil from the cup
All night we gon cruise
With big toys in the trucks
And we got our music screwed
Like we crawling in a truck
Strip clubs make it rain
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
If you want herb we got bombs
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke
nigga shit
So you're not in my clique
I payed too much for this fit
So back the fuck up, take my pic
Click, Click, Flash
Paparazzi on my ass
I'm finna buy
Screwed Up Click to the death
With niggas crawling slow with purple Sprites
We thugging baby
The corners we hugging daily we grind
Through the day and night
That's right, uh, recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland, open up ya' doors
I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce but I'm
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
[Chorus 2x's]
[Juicy
a good game he got some good brain
But most importantly he got some big change
I'm talking 20s 50s 100s no doubt
Hokey pokey man this what I'm about
Left
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
as a big bitch
(What?)
Drum on the stick-stick, ready to hit-hit
(Brr)
You pussy, this choppa gon' click-click
HoodBaby pull up with nothin'
But
the big click bring panic
Beef nigga you don't want that keep the stove hot that's tragic
Like damn
I am on another level
Sipping on this Jameo taking
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look
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