(feat. Mis Rock, Triple Life)



[Verse 1:]

As I roll down the block with my gun hammer cocked

My tags aint right

My attitude is fuck the cops

My rocks got my pants saggin

As i lean to the side in my G ride

I got that ass draggin

Flaggin me down is some hoes that wanna fuck my daytons

Get them out they clothes, had them bitches waitin

For the dick

Told them biancas to follow

Me and the click, get them naked

And have them bitches model

I bet they swollow every drop of the nut

Wanted respect with some pimps

Everytime I watched them fuck

100 spokes got them hot

A playa hater turn Mitch Blade

Becasue his bitch got laid

At the same time he got played

So learn the game

Remember young nigga, all bitches are the same

Lame and blind to the fact we countin major figures

Plenty of weed and 151 liquar



[Chorus: x2]

Bitches that come around, we dont love them hoes

Commited another murder and nobody knows

Partying all night

We got the weed and liquar

Cuzz money aint shit to a street nigga



[Verse 2]

My lifestyle is on the trip side

Feelin like im in the sky

In the clouds

Kinda hot on the flipside

Gone off the 40 ounce

Watch me bounce

And serve these cluckers that fiend for large ammounts

Every dollor counts daily

You wanna see a nigga get crazy

Nigga dont play me

Watch me grab my 380

And watch me blast

Like Charles Braunson

Meet your death wish

Cuzz im finna start dumpin

Always into something

Homies jumpin on 56

Another house pasty, Kid and Play aint got shit

Hoes that wanna strip

Ready to get freaky

Dim the lights baby, an let me get a quicky

Drop to your kneese and gimmie a hickey

Mid West Side givin out the dickey

I thought i told ya

The game is risky when you rollin on D's

Hittin skis, making G's, plus shippin out keys



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3:]

Mid West Side

Gangstas collide

Dangers when we scheme, fedachinie and triple beams

Rob the mother fucker, got him for his yayo

Took about 9 ounces, gave him baking soda, now its plado

A G like me

See these bitches gotta have it

See me rollin my Acura, tryin to catch me up in traffic

yall know how it go when bitches think you got no ends

But wanna fuck you and your partnas

When she see you rollin in a Benz

Devedents, I gotte'm, fake niggaz, i shott'em

Pop'em, pump that shit with my fist as i drop'em

Bustas, I gotta stop'em

Cuzz these haters out to get me

Police on my ass

These bitches wanna trick me

Set me up for a dulo

Wet me up you know

That I aint lettin up on my cash

Cuzz if I go, you gotta go

I make a dash to get some gas

So I can roll to the cess spot

Caught me slippin at a red light

Comin out Amaco, the jack spot



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Mis Rock]

Say what, Don Juan go off

Kansas City

Say what, Techn9ne go off

Missouri

Say what, Triple Life go off

Kansas City

Say what, Mis.Rock will go off

Missouri

I want a street nigga, counting major figures

Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar

I want a street nigga, counting major figures

Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar

I want a street nigga, counting major figures

Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar

Say what, Don Juan go off

Say what, techn9ne go off

say what, Triple Life go off

Say waht, Mis. Rock will go off