Kiss Your Ass Goodbye [Remix]

Y'all know what this is D-Block Oh yeah by the way This is the remix Who! You can kiss your ass good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled The inside tanned, the outer pickled The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up You can act stupid if you wanna Like you don't know what block I'm in front of I'm out in New York or down in the south I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth They booked me for the clubs in the hood Where niggas scared to go but Sheek Louch good Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da You can kiss your ass good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da Yeah D-Block They say hate spread faster than love So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves With me, I'ma send a bastard the bub Before he give a police to first and last gov' These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum And two pussies they with, just make it a threesome They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns Matic spray magazines before they could read one My glass jaws had a hell of a we run La da da da da da as we proceed son And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer Duck when I'm passin' by Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa You can kiss your ass good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' a rock down Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas Quick as that, I will earth you niggas Clothed you niggas, wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas Want not to expose you niggas, fist knife or razor fight I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops Throwin' shit on the warden outta the food slop Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants Get my khakis washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps Respect in the jail, a check in the mail I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill You can kiss your ass good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off I'm a seven-figure nigga, paid the cost to be the boss On the streets or behind the wall Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball Even if I never sell a million times at all Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow With the light turned down and the beat down low .40 cal's and K's out the window You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low" 'Cause you can cancel Christmas, when the chopper-missle hit you I ain't waiting for permission, I'ma flip it 'til it gets you You can kiss your ass good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da