(feat. Gotti, Full Blooded)



[Chorus: x2]

Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want?

Look inside my trunk you can find what you want



[Kane]

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punks

Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump

Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston

Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phone

Get some B12, get out some pots

When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks

It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop

It's a devestating pain when I use my glock



[Abel]

Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600

High as the fuck, but we can still get blunted

TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished

A hundred G's cash in the stash (all hundreds)

Nigga bout to wreck shop

Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks

Just a young nigga hustle out the trunk for dough

Got the chip, flip phones by the corner store



[Chorus X2]



[Gotti]

I got the properest product

From the weed to the board to the pluck

Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?

Step in the cut

Don't let them feds no what's happenin' with us

Because they love to bust a nigga nuts

And have me hard to wear some handcuffs

So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth shut

I only fuck with my gambino's

Cause everything that I do is illegal

From racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight

With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel

On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way

They tap our frequency

So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A

We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes

No mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fall

Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us thug

Told me guns, or blood

So nigga what?

Keep that shit on the hush



[Full Blooded]

And step to the breeze way

Niggaz with me to take it easy

I won't, but I can't face death when you squeeze me

Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask man

Ski mask man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash man

I'm hound out, play my hood, hit blasa

Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in knots

First night murder, that's how we do it, thats how we did it

Who did it?

You know your boy, ? that run with No Limit

It was in some, white camaro, fuckin' window was tinted

They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it

Full Blooded

Niggaz gonna respect that there

I'm a No Limit soldier

I can't neglect that there

Give 'em camoflague on my duty

Hand me the keys to the dooley

Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these niggaz wanna do me

About this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'

Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'



[Chorus till fade]