[Hook: x2] 

Get up in your body and your dome 

Left the after party with the chrome 

As soon as everybody knows that I'm gone 

Put the fuel on it 

Take a puff and a pull on it, then I'm gone 

Center make up the party 

Rocking bodies 

Make you throw your hands in the sky 

It's a verbal homicide everybody duck 

Get the party dumb 

S struck TNT like what 



[Verse 1] 

Come on and toke on a dub with me 

I love cities with parties that's full of bitches 

they let me rub tities 

Packing a snub, I ain't a thug 

So i guess it's the blood in me 

Got to holler at a stud skinny 

Got my boys outside if you really want to fuck with me 

What's the reason of the beef for 

Hit'em upside the head with the hardest of my beef flow 

Take a look at me grills 

Rolling through the bay 

To my bay nuts, what the fucks happening 

Take a look at my grill 

And the shine on my 17 inch wheels 

On my motherfucking magnum 

Subliminal I'm a player still 

Balling in the game come major bills 

Take a trip with me through hater-ville 

Haters front about 

How they get hooked up on some killer steal 

But a real-a motherfucker know only players get hooked 

up on the killer deals 

For real, still drank, still blow 

Then I creep through the hood real slow 

Sitting sideways feeling real swole 

Sipping on syrup feeling real slow 



[Hook] 



[Verse 2] 

If you see me walking by Im'a brush ya 

Its that physco motherfucker from the bay 

Rolling with that bad motherfucker that will crush ya 

Tongue got a mind of its own it will dust ya 

Tell me who the fuck want what (what) 

Which one of you murderers is ready to blow a set on up 

Hit your gut make a scene off a theme make you throw up 

Split lips with a big fat tip in the middle straight running this 

Check out mommy she the sexiest 

When it come to the sex Im'a specialist 

I wanna break a sweat when we get to buckin 

Hardy back drumming 

Coped the bills out the jeans 

Pappi fat nuttin 

Cop a gat gunnin 

Got to pop her grill 

Got to pop the steel 

Oh I got to got to pop something 

Petty packing penny brushing motherfucker 

With the pretty pearl 

Holl got to got to get it get it girl 

With the pele pel 

Rocking on the stage 

In a petty shirt 

Grinding up the flow ryming in the zone 

'Till my belly hurt 

But I really want to got to put in work 

Concord city finna want to rep it to the dirt 

Break 'em make 'em take 'em 

Motherfucking fake them all 

Shake, shake, I shake they all fall 



[Hook]