(feat. Static (of The Bassment)) 



[Intro:] 

Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this. Me and my nigga Mr. 

Dalvin. First let me get some weed before I wreck it. Just lay back. 



[Static:] 

Where the reefer at, where the reefer at? 

Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head 

Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine) 

Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when 

Niggas wasn't be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother) 

Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain 

Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game 

Stackin' skrilla so I'm sippin' Hennessy 

Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies 

Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years 

Cause I'm a sho connoisseur 

Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me 

The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the glocks 

Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin' 

Niggas don't be hearin' all that in every city 

Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day 

Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga 



[Hook:] 

It ain't hare to see, when niggas try to be like me 

A true O.G., y'all y'all, gotta take you underground 

Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound [X2] 



[Mr. Dalvin:] 

Watch out for I blow, swing low 

Forget it, y'all don't hear me though, I'm hittin' switches 

Hoppin' like a 64, and I, thought you knew, what I can do 

Able to leap tall buildind and run up to your crew (oooooh) 

The underground stylistical, got more flavors than mystics 

So lay back and watch this nigga kick it 

Wicked without thinkin' of funky 

But I ain't stinkin', I know I got you open cause I got y'all niggas 

blinkin' 

Check it out, you watch me devastate this track 

I make stacks and stacks and leave niggas on they backs 

Cause I...be a sharp shooter, intruder 

Rugged and rough, poppin' off just like a lueger 

Now how many niggas, wanna get down, while I say 

With Jodeci or the Bassment sound, around 

I don't wanna see, handin', my crew is deep and you know that we be bangin' 

So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my gat 

Start a war like Tom Barringer in Platoon 

So, don't mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like 19 nigga fiz-o, oh 



[Hook] 



Come on get down (repeated after every line) 

This goin' out to all the players 

Shoot outs to the ballers 

Much love to the hustlers (all around the world) 

Mo power to the pimps 

Watch the Bassment make it mo better (like that) 

Niggas just down for whatever, whatever 

Come on, like that 

Shhhh, let it go, let it flow