(feat. Mr. Pookie)



[Mr. Lucci]

Say hold that down lil' daddy (wussup)

ahh its nothin'

man I thought I just seen the rollahs

gon head and keep on chokin'

do you see them scopin (where)

over there wit the long

4 g's I bet I go get her

or my name ain't the wig splitta, should I naw

I'm just flossin up on the scene

let me gon and drop mo screens

nigga lets gon and splurge mo green

hop in the bourbon, poppin the ???, 

rockin the curb, in my excursion on these fools

chop chop the block, then cock the glock

spread the word here comes my crew

Lucci, tre 80 set straight ain't no hate in the lone star state

while we bake the cake, then brake the plate

Them the south side playas that a ya date

cause we B-A-L-L-I-N what I'm known fo knockin down yo stone do'

wit 4 12's and my chrome tote

fuck up in the reefer smoke

when I turned the corner wit my head blown

talkin' bout my business deals and my sprint phone wit icons

if you thank you sho they hold on cause Mr. Lucci puttin in work

candy apple below the seal wit a wood wheel sittin on some skirts



[chorus x2]

When we come around the block wit the glock cocked and I scream pop

there they go, motherfucker there they go

When we comin down the lane grippin grain let 'em hang what they sayin

where they go, motherfucker where they go



[Mr. Pookie]

Bendin corners on twanky twak

wit double coated candy pain't

ducked down in my bucket seats wit a box of sweets wit a cup of drank

puff the dank all through the streets

drop the top, cock the heat, pop the trunk

pop the screens, pop the do's, point the beam

stay in front sippin lean

wit the bubblelize wit the candy queen

wind choke to that sticky green

wit the triple beam sippin Dom P

its Pookie and Lucci all up in yo booty

hoes be like ohh wee

man yall can't see me

ice cold and extra thoed

poppin pills blowin doja

s & d wit optimos

yo ears bleed yo eye explode

Third degree wit the highest volt

to the snipe nigga wit a double scope

tha wrong words might cost yo throat

my nutz hang just like a rope

big wheels and a 100 spokes

big ball points still cash flow

slang north star like lasso

small joints we pass doe

gettin how we live tho

the wind blow wit my cash flow

when we comin around the block

ima drop the top and let my grill show



[chorus x2]



my glock a frind when I roll in

when a cup of henn and my blue benz

gutted out on 2 10's

wit brake lite in the rear fen

2 friends wit gold grinz

holdin while I'm rollin

twink twink on my pink pink

puff puff on the good green

now how the hell you feel when we ridein shinein in the place

diamondz all up in yo face

betta cuff yo hoe up out the way

stand up straight and make way for these for these mothafuckin trill niggaz

always quick to steal niggaz

hell yeah its the wig splitta

now a whoz these niggaz wit the coolest figgaz

and a move these niggaz

and a groove these brizzas

its a L-U-C-C in a crunk spot where the freaks be

wit a crisp crease

scopein out yo g-string

wat a sweet treat

from the Nawff D

we be wat you might call off the chain hoe

in a durango wit a strange glow

in a stash spot where my thangs go when my banks low

and mob wit a tre 8-0

everybody up on the block be like

there they go



[chours x2]