Hey (hey) E May hey, turn my mic up

And you can put some effects on it though



[Chorus x2]

Be a G in these streets, use your mind and muscle

Be a savage bout your cabbage, put it down you hustle

Let your nuts touch the flo', when it's time to tussle

Ah, it's a struggle



[Big Pokey]

Be a G in these streets, it's a constant struggle

Always know by trouble, I done stayed on the smuggle

Cartel affiliated, the whole click is cut throat

From the bushes to the heat, we respect it with the utmost

Gulf Coast gangsta, multiple millionaire banksta

No doubt, I run routes like a NFL flamer

Plus we dropping the anchor, on the yacht

Pushing barettas dot, marking in secluded spots

All work no play, all about my pringles

Steady dropping singles, life was sitting in the shingles

Or the estates of Vegas gated, Benz Mercedes

Four bitches in the back, one expecting babies

Bad bitches to lay me, on the regular

Blowing in my cellular, serious I'm telling you

Superior, respect the name

And don't hate the nigga, hate the game



[Chorus]



[Big Pokey]

Fuck with me, I got something that'll flatten your wallet

If you want it I got it, either soft or solid

Got backstreet knowledge, and don't abide by rules

Make coughing boys crack, with the funk I use

Keep the context cool, we push Benzes and vics

Bricks with scorpion prints, three quarter minks and trenches

Find that ass on the bench, fucking with a contender

At the bar I'm a big spender, 20's are corner benders

From H-Town to Virginia, niggas can't see me

Since I pulled up in your city, in the big body is how you see

Niggas wanna fight me, but I weigh too many pounds

Keep a chopper in the trunk, with the same amount of rounds

I hit they high, kidnap they daughters and wives

Live my life on the edge of the cliff, ready to die

24-365, the game gone turn uh, you better learn nigga



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[Big Pokey]

It's on, this from off the top of the dome

Three story, five snipers on top of my home

Everything I sport, I got the matching cologne

Belt, shoes, and a hat to put on

Benz on chrome, I got that there

Gucci to the flo', hopping out that there

Stop that there, boy I smash the gas

Dump a slug like a ash, plus my nuts touch the grass

A G nigga, slash the D dealer

Make a 6-4 frame, leap and three wheelers

See nigga, I'm one of the ones

Young don, dope game phenomenon

In a six hund', getting wig from a blond

One of the runners, a head hunter from Tucson

Two-ston Tex, where boys lose they leg

And depending on the nigga, you might lose your neck



[Chorus x2]