(feat. Rich Boyz) 



[Hook x2: C-Los] 

Rock my P. Millers comin [?] in my fitted cap 

Rock my P. Millers comin [?] in my fitted cap 

(Oh) in my fitted cap (whoa) in my fitted cap 

All in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap 



[Verse: C-Los] 

Im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted 

Guttar Boyz in it I dont think you dudes serious you's a scrimmage 

You see me step out wit P. Miller rims and all the tennis (uh-huh) 

In a Saints on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin 

Oh, you boys playin I've been token you boys lame 

And I hang around guerrillas its ziped I was thousand 

Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin thats firin 

I left em solder way yea the bullets them rap titan (oh) 

I keep my rim low, even it can took it to the right 

When I turn it to back that means C-Los is bout to fight 

But I leanin to the left, cuz I sip that purple Sprite 

So Imma, lay like its a Spooner come catchin Mobile Sike 

Yea nigga like me, I got a plan to rival 

Cuz I got a lot of platinum like placks on P walls 

Oh Lord you know C-Los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap 

Ride in my fitted cap, high in my fitted cap 



[Hook x2: C-Los] 



[Verse: Romeo] 

Im some special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay) 

[?] on the jersey get it cap dawg master teen (you know) 

20s on Cutlets 26s on the limousines 

Son of a hustler I had to sell nice cream (sell what) 

3.8s when Im goin on a date (ah-ha) 

5.8s duckin Lil' Rome I dont want you in my face (yea) 

And I feel some kinda beef I just turn it to the back 

Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea) 



[Verse: Young V] 

Hat to the side I might be young but Im a beats wit it (oh) 

Freaky like a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh) 

So I can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh) 

Throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh) 

Im a rich boy I aint gotta steal shorty (oh) 

Tell that lil rich no cops freakin chip shorty (oh) 

I do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like Shaq homie 

Represent Guttar Music the hood got my back homie 



[Hook x2: C-Los] 



[Verse: Lil' D] 

Im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut 

I dont dance in my fitted I just throw my hood up 

Tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut 

Cuz Im gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but 

Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I keep my glock wit 

Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh) 

24s when I roll and my pockets full of doe 

In the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap 

She wanna see my grill the Guttaboy of da South 

I dont gotta spit game I spit diamonds in my mouth 

Yea, Im state to state I know ya boys dont hate 

So I keep some that'll make ya click jigglelate 

Yup, Im so T.R.U. 

A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U. 

And yall boys know what we do 

We the proof that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy 



[Hook x2: C-Los]