Blood, smoke comin' out the nose
Blood, smoke comin' out the nose
I got the game, the chef dog,
Now eat bitches and niggas while I jook
I've been trilled like U .G. Case's
in the other pockets for the chrome
and I ain't bout to play with em
And if the semi's in the car,
I'm bout to spray with em
see they know I'm the truth
If it's a real gangsta left,
Say I'm plug the holes in the ghetto,
in they face for them bricks
I'm a south side rider, that niggas respect
Cause out on broad day lit,
they hands in front of they set
Money, hoes, and clothes,
buck smoke comin' out the nose
but smoke comin' out the nose
All these bricks in the whip
Just let em get em to the city, ya boys rich
How much those sprees on that Cadillac?
Born, done, numbers, three pieces
you woulda swore I'd done numbers
And it's heated in these streets
I ain't talkin' bout summertime
And I ain't talkin' bout none of mine
it's gon' go up a hundred times
Before I ride on any n***a, I retire, n***a
I got this game locked down,
Tell me nothin', I got money on my mind
My Glock for buckets, tell me somethin'
You ready to ride, think you ready to die
I'll put lead in the sky,
till your head and your eye
right when you think it's good
Have a n***a peel ya ass,
right when you think it's good
Money, hoes, and clothes,
butt smoke comin' out the nose
Money, hoes, and clothes,
butt smoke comin' out the nose
Money, hoes, and clothes,
butt smoke comin' out the nose
But smoke comin' out the nose
Watchin' the stash grow, watchin' the