1.Shoulder Lean
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Djuan Hart, Darwin Quinn
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Dro, I'm clean in this b＊＊＊＊
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this b＊＊＊＊
N＊＊＊＊ buck, carbon 15 in this b＊＊＊＊
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 screens flip
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom n＊＊＊＊ nah it ain't Tip
With Lucky Charms diamonds man but nah it ain't Flip
Can't bounce, okay then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork an' beans
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, h＊＊＊ scopin' me, ice come from Boca Raton
Hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion
Put them lights off in my rims now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, h＊＊＊ know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
First I let my wheels spin then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
How can I pimp a foe？ Take that chick to Berlin
My chick break triggers after that we say they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Name it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Benz, cockin' hammer, Arm and Hammer propaganda
Many think I'm pimpin' in linen and salamander sandals
Dirty South hot 'cause Atlanta, show killers with ammo
We ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood playa from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Donut Dunkin'？ Shawty, I ride glazed on the Haze
Gator green Chevy, gator guts, alligator J's
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, get ya shoulder shawty
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, get ya shoulder shawty
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Just let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean, ay
2.Go To The Club
Grand hustle in tha buildin'＊
We goin to tha club tonite
Like we do every nite
It's always somewhere to go in atlanta shawty
I don't kno
Wat I wanna do
It's sunny outside
I'm a call my crew
Go to tha mall
Freshen up
Gator up
I'm a go to tha club
Go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
I'm a go to tha club
Dead fresh
Everybody see
Party strate to tha v.I.p
Bartender bring me one more please
A.t.l call me young dro cheese
Shawty say
Shawty I'm feelin my click
Shawty say
Shawty wanna chill with my click
I say
Chillin with dro now dats cool
I be wearin polo clothes an that's true
Drop top
I be goin ham
Listen to tha trunk
Bam bam bam
Choppa for tha trunk
Bam bam bam
I love bein fresh
Shawty I don't give a dam
Sunny outside but
My jewelery got me cool
Feel real good
So I'm trippin like a fool
Diamonds on my neck
So u kno a nigga frozed up
I'm fresh
I'm clean
Up in this club
I'm bout to be tha shit
Chevy pain same color margarita mix
J.b on tha track
So it gotta be a hit
Polo to tha racks
So it gotta be a fit
20 in tha mall
Man it gotta be a brick
Hollygram homes
Man I gotta be rich
Ice so cold
Man I gotta be sick
Pockets on hammers
Man I gotta be legit
I'm laughin
Ridin around in my aston
My chich look like toni braxton
I flow beyond day
Like dro puerto rico
I like beyonce
Range rover quante
I fuks with ya'll
See me in tha club
Say wats up big dog
My truck sit tall
Lambo sit low
Tha sun outside
I'm polo to tha flow
Young dro
I'm coolin
I'm stupid fruity
High feets on juicey coupins
High leanin back
On dusey fuseys
Dro bankhead is scoopin pusey
Sat my car on stupid ruseys
30's so tall
I'm hoola hoopin
She kno young dro car duki duki
30 grand in tha mall
I went bookie bookie
A-town potna
Pockets on gwalla
Black boy white boy
Rock game potna
I'm finna have fun
I'm lookin at tha sun
To fresh shawty
Man u lookin at a don
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
I see u lookin at a nigga
Wats up
Up in tha club
3.Gangsta
Lyricist：Djuan Hart, Cordale Quinn
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
Ggangsta shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn to
Y'all look thirsty my cutlass look like orange juice
442 fuck ridin' I'ma burn through da mob don't concern you
We cleaner than your germ proof
Money ain't a thang, bitch, I'm straighta than a perm boo
28 Ashanti ridin' tall me and kurn too
Ball like drizzell hey bitch, you gotta learn to
Nigga say they underground, I'ma send my worms through
I know where dey live at, I know where dey kill at
I know where dey deal at and I know where da pills at
24 5 whole thang dat's fo' real black
Ain't no short numbers for all you'll short comers
Man, da trap off da chain cause we beatin' like drummers
You ball for two days, we ball da whole summer
I came back flippin' bricks, bitch I do numbers
Gangsta, gangsta, all you get is drama nigga
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Who am I？ Young Dro, all supreme, I'm a lotta shit
I buy a lotta bricks to ride in my Impala wit
Columbine shawty shit, my car look like a oreo
Brown paint, white guts, the money and corey-o
Son of da Holy Ghost, tryin' me find me
Shoot a nigga in da back of da I wit da 9E
Niggas can't define me, I trigga from da mouth you
Black belt ninja shit, I'm flippin' off yo house too
Killa Dro I'm out to, Benz, sauerkraut coupe
C4 by da pounds, I'll make a nigga house move
I know all about you, you full off of mouth full
I can eat a city and a state and drink the whole lake
Now I ride wit Orea 88RK
Big bank specialist 28RK
Put them up with M-650's and that's a rip through
Bitch, ain't sure right Dro, why the fuck you sniffin' me？
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Ride wit me shawty, while I let that shoulder lean free
Play white people like me, I'm on MTV with Green Day
Green ice, green K, tackles like the green bay
King nigga, put my birthday on Martin Luther King Day
Yeah, I got charged but I'm whippin' out a stingray
Because I was overseas swimmin' 'round stingrays
Rollin' off a bean, ok might be lookin' mean, ok
I ain't really mad I'm just grindin' on my teeth ok
Chevy paint tropical 'Owee, moway, owe, moway'
Got 'em callin' Fema â~cause the chopper on Katrina spray
My connect is so sweet, take a watch on either day
I'm hard I don't need to play with grams and it's 3 today
Ya'll sell chickens, me and Chondo got that eagle, yeah
I'ma be a soldier, man and I'ma keep it cheater day
26CC well painted, hover â~round with me today
Punk cushin, red asses all for me to see today
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta shit
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit
4.Presidential
Lyricist：Kevin Cates, Djuan Hart
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
My Chevy look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian
Plus, I'm bilingual, I'd be talkin' like Dominican, como esta
Think I look innocent, Bentley on 26
Brown when I'm sellin' dope to e'rybody in this bitch
Everybody get a brick, I break â~em down randomly
Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family
Fish scale, jammer gym, I'm clean with my mammal feet
Dope boy, I'd be sellin' dream like a jamboree
Paint a Rica tangerine, beatin' like a tambourine
Mac 90 magazine, longer than the back lean
Back plead to the whole block for the crack G
Y'all remember me, I had the Chevy with black D
Neck from black D, white D, purple D
Nigga keep chirpin me, they courteous, they work for me
Straight drop glad I got these haters who wanna murder me
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Trans Am homie with that blam, blam, homie
Dead fresh, I look like I got that yam, don't it？
Drop top spider with that candy yam on it
It's hard to stick on my block, I spray Pam on it
If it ain't presidential, we don't goddamn want it
Bentley truck bitch me and goddamn boney
I sell a brick to whoever goddamn want it
And guess who the feds is, my goddamn homie
You a lie
The spy cam finally take pictures while I order out
I get the bricks and sort â~em out and pump em' like the Carter
house
Case is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house
Break downs at dead end that's slaughterhouse
I'm hangin' out in Germany, the Mafia concernin' me
My nickname schoolboy, ain't nobody learnin' me
Burnin' heat, poke one in the pot this is â~63
Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, mention me
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
You can't see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno
Green Benzito, rim big like my ego
Bricks come from Chico and my old school amigo
They call me Action Jackson like my first name, Tito
The first chain three co, berry car, very far
High up off the ground, man, I do this shit to every car
Betty crock, Betty rock, got this shit from very far
All that walkin' all up on me gon' getcha Chevy popped
Frenetic mob, fresh and successful in the compressor
I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the Messer
Helium got your chest up, really you â~bout to mess up
Gold point bullets, you really don't have to fess up, neck up
I am flamboyant, you so annoying
Drop top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing
When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, she's glowin'
So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be snowin'
Anything you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anything you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
5.U Don't See Me
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Djuan Hart, Stayve Thomas
Ladies and gentleman
You are now tuned into the very best
A jazzy finzzale, product shinzzale
Young Dro, Slim Thugga
Youn' see all my jewels, youn' see how I'm ridin'
Youn' see how I struggle, youn' see how I grind
We're push niggas hatin', tell em' to get in line
Come with this grand hustle, tellin' that we gon' shine
You don't see me nigga, you don't see me
You don't see me nigga, you don't see me
You don't see me nigga, you don't see me
You don't see me nigga, you don't see me
You don't see me nigga, you don't see me
Young Dro, I ride over ya, H, nigga, cobia
Weight come from Korea, 80 k and Wachovia
Pussy nigga phobia, I call em' like the Nokia
They know I got the juice, â~cause the wip Fruitopia
Dope boy dopin' ya, duct tapin' and ropin' ya
Cleaner than the bitch, Ivory suds is soapin' ya
Summer super soakin' ya, yeah bitch, I'm provokin' ya
AK to ya neck, cool out, shawty, it's chokin' ya
Snipers still scopin' ya, my Russian killers open ya
Bust the wrong move, muthafuckas, we'll open ya
Apple testa rostin' ya, I splack and basses open up
Rearrange ya face, stick the 4-4 Magnum close enough
Black lack, ocean rough, trappin' by the ocean brim
Popi said he ran out of white, mi get the Opium
Niggas drive sodium, I stand up like a podium
Smooth like linoleum, presidently, I rolly em'
Youn' see all my jewels, youn' see how I'm ridin'
Youn' see how I struggle, youn' see how I grind
We're push niggas hatin', tell em' to get in line
Come with this grand hustle, tellin' that we gon' shine
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
Eh bitch please, shit here ain't new to me
Overseas, water still blue to me
A 100 key, they won't have a clue it's me
I walk about the airport, only bad hoes suing me
A pimp fluently, they chase me like a truancy
Young Dro yeah, I'm on the block and I'm the newest G
You wanna do a G？ Come and talk to a G
You might not even act like that only if you knew a G
I ride one chick, paint look Sunkist
Best thang smokin', Young Dro, I'm the one, bitch
Change one car, drizzle as a pornstar
Bet I'm on the 6's and I bet I'm ridin' Northstar
Youn' see all my jewels, youn' see how I'm ridin'
Youn' see how I struggle, youn' see how I grind
We're push niggas hatin', tell em' to get in line
Come with this grand hustle, tellin' that we gon' shine
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me candy drop top down on 4's
You don't see me 25 riding out in a Rolls
You don't see me pullin' up every day dime hoe's
You don't see a nigga fresh from his head to his toes
Neck and wrist froze, hell yeah, player shine
Do it big on the daily, you should see me on my grind
All night it's getting mine on dem H-Town blocks
Dodgin them fake niggas and dem pussy ass cops
You don't see me on ya TV reppin' tha H
You don't see me putting taxes all up in they face
Slim Thug, a muthafucka, You don't see me I'm a boss
You think the ride is live, you should see a nigga house
I pay tha cost to floss, real heavy, got everything
Holding from tha choppa to tha Chevy, I'm ready
Fucking wit my nigga, Young Dro, you don't see me
With the PSC wrecking on the floor, hoe
Youn' see all my jewels, youn' see how I'm ridin'
Youn' see how I struggle, youn' see how I grind
We're push niggas hatin', tell em' to get in line
Come with this grand hustle, tellin' that we gon' shine
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
You don't see me niggas, you don't see me
6.We Lied
Lyricist：D'juan Hart, Keith Mcmasters
My girlfriend
My girlfriend
My girlfriend
My girlfriend
My girlfriend
Ay ay, ay check this out
I said I weren't gon' never hurt you
You said you ain't gon' never hurt me
But we lied
Little milf, how could I do this to myself？
I lied to her and plus I lied to myself
Nothing's left, the relationship done lost its breath
It stopped breathing, it died last season
I think about you leaving 'cause you a sexy little creature
You thought I was lying when I said I ain't do Alicia
And I don't wanna hear what Mika said and f＊＊＊ Keisha
I betcha they'll f＊＊＊ me, all you gotta do is leave us
Make you out a believer we some grown ass people
Dem trees get on my nerves, that's why I be smokin' ＊＊＊＊＊
First we start arguing then I open up my ether
When I open up my ether, know it gets deeper
At first you start throwin' then you start bowin'
Runnin' round hollerin' tryin' guess 'bout who I'm goin' wit
You know who I'm goin' wit, I be there when you doin' it
I done hit the dang ol' lady till one in the morning
Man, it's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning, it was strong then
Now you talkin' 'bout you don't want me, well go on then
If we don't get along why we talkin' on the phone then？
First I walked out, now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together, baby why am I alone then？
I said I weren't gon' never hurt you
You said you ain't gon' never hurt me
But we lied
Baby girl killing me, I'm reacting like Willie B
Beatin' on my chest, y'all boys ain't feeling me
Cards you dealing me, I'm like, â½Baby, what it is you givin'
me？â
We both got injuries, now we play religiously
Same girls hatin' on us, numbers they be slippin' me
You rippin' me, you temptin' me, you thought that you was
clippin' me？
I knew you got those stacks when you took 'em, I knowed
instantly
I left it out for you to go shoppin' to get some denimy
You actin' like a enemy, baby why is you hittin' me？
Girls tellin' lies to you, why aren't you defendin' me？
Now I'm finna cheat, now I'm finna creep
Now I'm finna have different women in my V
Why？ She lied on me, why？ Fly homie
Ain't working it out, I'm finna go and ride homie
Now I'm sleeping here, creeping here, 'bout to spend a week here
Guess who I'm messing around with, that girl Keisha, yeah
Man, it's been a long spin loving this woman
At first we was in love in the beginning, it was strong then
Now you talkin' 'bout you don't want me, well go on then
If we don't get along why we talkin' on the phone then？
First I walked out, now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together, baby why am I alone then？
I said I weren't gon' never hurt you
You said you ain't gon' never hurt me
But we lied
Messin' round wit Keisha ain't no passion though our mansion
gold
Rock, Rap, Classical, Benz color pistachio
They love me, I'm on MTV, game international
Me and Nick on 26 great grand national
I love her, I ain't sayin' that, I don't know who to share it
with
I'm talkin' 'bout my girl, this who I be breakin' bread with
Dread filled, sellin' dro, she never let the Feds know
This house I'm in used to be full of love, but where it go？
The pain, I wanna let it go, I love you 'cause I said so
I cheated and regret it though, I let my cousin Tres know
Told me get a thousand roses and plus seven more
We would never hurt one other, that's what we said though
We lied, go on say it, fo, we miss each other extra though
But guess what I can't get out my head, guess what we said, fo？
I said I weren't gon' never hurt you
You said you ain't gon' never hurt me
But we lied
Man, it's been a long spin lovin' this woman
At first we was in love in the beginnin', it was strong then
Now you talkin' 'bout you don't want me, well go on then
If we don't get along why we talkin' on the phone then？
First I walked out, now you want me to come home then
You said we would stay together, baby why am I alone then？
I said I weren't gon' never hurt you
You said you ain't gon' never hurt me
But we lied
7.High Five
Lyricist：Djuan Hart, Marquinarius Holmes
High five, high five, high five
High five, high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
Dro, it's good to be back I been gone nigga
It's been long nigga, I been strong nigga
I been in Bankhead Co and Herner Homes nigga
I been wit niggaz from Simpson to Culver homes
Westside nigga, y'all niggaz betta mount up
Big rim Jolly Rancher cars y'all mount up
Do my damn dance work my legs pop my hands
Like do it nigga, do it nigga
Young money yep I want a blockhead ho
The block said, 'Dro you need to drop' well here it go
Let's go hey, gone, gone
Man, I'm in the hood like a Nextel phone
When the work come chirp then purp come chirp
Then prototype Chevy it's a James Bond 'vert
All we do is work and holla, 'Fuck'em'
Westside man we gon' buss'em
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
My Chevy paint flippin' on my rims got that indiglow
When it get dark rim glowin' like my wrist glow
F-650 pro my rims look like 64s
Sit taller than everybody I'm up there with the red lights
Slick Dro, it's me chicken money KFC
Crispy dark meat the carbon come in all heat
You know how the mob be they got me eatin' shark meat
Order me a snail plate I think I want some frog meat
Triple thick chinchilla take the skin off the lizard
Put it on the Benz interior, imperial
I'm bustin' and I'm furious I'm scratchin' off the stereo
Knock him off tonight and in the morning let his children know
Bitches get flip-flopped I feed 'em all Cheerios
Shine on them 24's I know how to get a ho
Big bank wet paint Jackie Chan stereo
Money hungry Dro eatin' paper like a billy goat
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
High five, westside Bank head prolly clean on me
Four 15's so you know my trunk really beat
Screens start flippin' when they flip here the DVD
Ridin' down Simpson me and T.I. watchin' 'Lean on Me'
Carbon 16 on me 30 carat ring on me
Dro be on BET and plus he fuck wit Sheila E
Beamer Z car in the hospital the 'vert V
Cut the top off the Jag, open brain surgery
Box on the Bourbon seats they know me out in Germany
Frog green Kermit Jeep 23's my rims be
Plus I be on Mimm street, Kimberly remember me
Tell them haters get on they job I need energy
Leleee gangsta grill wit me Trineshia spent a mill wit me
Ralph I got a bunch like middle school feelin' me？
Baby mama Dolce Gabana ask Tiereney
Dark on black buttons I'm ridin' on nothin's
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
When you in the club and you see me, high five
You know I'm just a thug when you see me, high five
You know I'm that fresh man I keep the shit live
When you see a playa what you give him high five
8.Man in the Trunk
Lyricist：D'juan Hart, Chadron Moore
Jackie Chan, that Jackie Chan
The fuck is Jackie Chan
Tell 'em 'bout that Jackie Chan man
Fuck is Jackie Chan
Naw son fa real Trey back up off me son
You don't even know, my style dunn
Dro, tell 'em bout that Jackie Chan tho nigga
Nitti Beats
The fuck is Jackie Chan nigga, let 'em know
Young Dro I ain't playin' wit it
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it
Sound like it got a band in it
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it
Y'all niggaz fugazzin' it
Diamonds look like kool aid in it
Different flavor Cartier wit it
Big paint bitch play wit it
I ain't playin', IHOP blue Cutlass
24 inches, IHOP blue buttons
4 4 in my hand wit a snipe I'm armed Russian
Dro you from ATL nigga how you talk Russian？
Slugs start to bustin' and my ammo got that serial
Catch a nigga slippin' hit him in the equilibrium
SS Impala, shawty I'm darin' 'em
Cartier's and Prada, shawty I'm killin' 'em
Look at my chain and my ice look triple blue
You poppin' these nigga I'mma bring the triple through
And bitches be up on the block like, 'I'm sick of you'
And I'm like, 'Bitch, please I'm dickin' you'
The 'vert Flipper blue the chirp bigger too
Hey picked out for a Bentley, she a mini blue
Dropped in wit a bitch named Missy Pooh
Trunk bang and this the only thing she listen to Dro
Young Dro I ain't playin' wit it
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it
Sound like it got a band in it
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it
Y'all niggaz fugazzin' it
Diamonds look like kool aid in it
Different flavor Cartier wit it
Big paint bitch play wit it
Hey, move through y'all tryna see how to do y'all
Chevy too tall I see a forehead and that's all
Two tone plus I'm on purple my yay's encore
My bitches bring blocks only thing I do is chirp 'em
Drop twerk 'em ostrich on my Chevy car interior
Plus I'm on that Remy so that shit make me imperial
Ridin' down, be alone, no damage, I'm serious
Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious
I'mma blast period, don't question me don't mess wit me
Blue ice blue arm Superman recipe
Plus I'm in that brown Regal same color Nestle
Niggaz see me when I'm in the trey I be in tressa trees
Take the wrong step to me and death'll be yo destiny
I know how to do it so ain't nobody arrestin' me
Polo I be dressin' in, man, I be damagin'
That fresh hoes be like, 'Damn that's a mannequin', Dro
Young Dro I ain't playin' wit it
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it
Sound like it got a band in it
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it
Y'all niggaz fugazzin' it
Diamonds look like kool aid in it
Different flavor Cartier wit it
Big paint bitch play wit it
Hey, summer time, look at my charm
I'm iced out baby how can I be warm？
Watermelon Nova my trunk on Vietnam
TV's in the horn watchin Tip on VH-1
26's son wit a Robocop gun
I'll blast a nigga from the ground to the sun
The sound of the gun that's when Young Dro chalkin' it
Grape linen grape gator fruit, fruit walkin' it
Know a nigga bossin' it don't make me start chalkin' it
I know how to shine 'cause my arm be on frostbit
Done son no shit my rides look like a parrot do
Know a nigga healthy 'cause my Cutlass look like carrot juice
Catch me when I'm mashin' through I'm froze up, I'm rolled up
Young Dro yeah, but I am got damn Dro'ed up
Bout to put them doors up and crank that damn rose up
Four fifteen, I'm bout to wake these damn hoes up, Dro
Young Dro I ain't playin' wit it
Trunk got that Jackie Chan in it
Sound like it got a band in it
I'm the freshest in the Lamb' wit it
Y'all niggaz fugazzin' it
Diamonds look like kool aid in it
Different flavor Cartier wit it
Big paint bitch play wit it
9.What It Is？
Lyricist：Phalon Alexander, Djuan Hart
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle production, Young Dro
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
I'm in the air come down, ain't comin' down why？
Up here dammit where？, ain't comin' down please
Bubblish coat, 26's in the town, I'm a killa too, killin'
bitches in town
Chevy with the beat down, make you spin around
I could fishtail off Fish dale
Ask the niggas over there if I'm the shit there
I don't tolerate, my Impala great
Bring the top out, bet I discombobulate
I'm a tough nigga, you a fucked nigga
See me in the club all prodded up nigga
I got a semi too, my whole penny do
I got diamonds earned like Winnie Pooh
Give to Lapia and caviar for dinner too
Mafia as a mother fucka make me have to get at you
I blow a hundered shots, a nigga puff into two, dro
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
My car actually, really walk a factory
Ice look like raspberry, it'd be hard to try and tackle me
Nigga I'm a killa I suggest you don't come after me
Bitch, I'll be in Colli-park plus I'll on Mcafee
Bank head faculty, boy, you need to rap with me
Come and talk to me before I open up your cavity
Shots come rapidly, I told you not to mess with me
I don't play with little boys, you tryin' to Michael Jackson me？
Lord, nigga ridin' the air fantastically
'Til their daddy kill somethin' else, I put my rims up
Actually, car flop purple when the sun come
When they get done with that thing, it'll look Dro won
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
Meat coat brr, shit polar there
Hoes over here, hoes over there
I'm about to take flight, I'm goin' in the air
Candy with the gloss, I'm about to lift it out
Can't you see someone on me you don't like and then lick it out？
We don't need to look at a town, we rip 'em off
My wrist folded, forget how much tip costs
Buy a hundred k, I don't wanna play
Young Dro rides hard in the summer day
Sellin' dope, it'd be giant in my mama's day
Bad hoes get treated like runaways
Bitch you need to go home cool out and smoke a blunt today
Go and say, how my cut look like egg yolk
I keep two with me all in the bed though
My money fed though, it's Grand Hustle bread, boy
We got 28 inches in the air, what you scared for？
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
Are you a killa？ What it is？ Oh yeah, what it is？
Drug dealer, what it is？ Young player
Ridin's hard, I just wanna sit up in the air
Get high, I just wanna be up in the air
10.They Don't Really Know Bout Dro
Lyricist：Kevin Cates, Djuan Hart
Dro, Dro
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz try stoppin' me, fulfill him like a prophecy
While them hoes watchin' me and while them hoes jockin' me
Feds tried to rocket me and knock me out properly
I was on a robbery my gat sung operaly
500 dollar bill teach 'em 'bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin' me them slugs bounced off of me
Murder niggaz softly, the judge still walkin' me
Hoes get chunked off bitches can't talk to me
Catch a nigga crossin' me they gotta get the law for me
26 possibly I sang to 'em gossiply
I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me
Mockin' me, I'll turn ya chest into podomy
Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four 15's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro？ They don't know how to be
Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
First I let my chain glow y'all know how that thang go
Put them colors in my rims now I'm ridin' rainbow
Hood nigga fuck 'em all I'm at Charlie train po'
Orange Daytona me and Kuntry ridin' mango
Umbrellas pop out the Phantom do' when it rain though
Polo that fresh like I'm Carson but I ain't lame though
Niggas say I'm fly wit the rappin' but I can sang though
What you know 'bout High tower Ridge and Delmar Lane though
Tech jump out when I'm bustin' but I can aim though
Make a hundred thou if you touch it you get yo brains blowed
M and M, Regal the fuck is you in my lane fo'
Nigga you don't see these goons and what they bring war
Water paint Chevy lil' buddy said that's my rain car
800 Benz lil' 'cause this ain't the same car
Danger anger Herne Home ranger
I was sellin' dope before Jesus was in a manger
Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Dro you can smell me, sell me, hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro post season wit bald head L be
Right by auntie Rachel where Tee tee and me and Lynelle be
Y'all ridin' 24's I ride February
28 inches try to jack and you'll get buried
Knock a nigga teeth out his mouth for the tooth fairy
Baskin Robbins paint on my Chevy my whip berry
50 bricks shawty man, we blew them thangs every week
Last week my Cutlass was blue but it change every week
I be in the club brand new in that thang every week
Haters in the club I shoot two of them lames every week
Y'all game very weak ain't nothin' you can tell me
Pull up in a pearl V they be like, 'How the hell he
Sittin' up in the Phantom on Simpson eatin' a 12 piece？'
That's Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
Niggaz swear they know about Dro
But they say they smokin' that Dro
Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin'
They don't really know about
They don't really know about Dro
11.My Girl
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Djuan Hart, Cordale Quinn
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna hear then
We be ballin', you be callin'
Why you over there then？
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
I'm so fly
A few of my lady friends
Is super bisexuals and usually high
Might even give you a try
You ain't in the no
You never know whether they do or not
They ain't gay, they just like to play
A little screw or not
Especially when they bad as ever
Rarely got them booty shots
See up in Body Tap
On the stage they strippin' now
Make it rain smackin' bitches
Asses till they booty drop
I train a bitch to show
All you lame bitches, you ain't hot
Fake niggas ain't with her bitch got shit
You ain't got like better watches
Better broads and all the you cars
You ain't coped
Exclusive S Classics
Standin' tall in the parking lot
Saw her pull out with seven freaks
Is that what you so salty 'bout？
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna hear then
We be ballin', you be callin'
Why you over there then？
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
Y'all niggas Salty
Hessian hoes want me
Yesterday, I was the freshest
Nigga in the country
Bad hoes hunt me
They follow me on Sunday
The rape me on Monday
And they blow the crush right on me
Tuesday, I have them
Eatin' pussy right in front of me
Wednesday, we sun feast
Broke that nigga after that
We bought a Hummer G
Thursday, we took it home
Friday we get some mo
Got a grand, get some blow
Buy the damn liquor store
Drink until we drunk then in the morning
Then we hit the jewelry store
Yellow fits, yellow wrists, yellow chicks
Yellow Cris bitch you gotta yield
You don't see this damn yellow whip
Yellow gun, yellow clip
Fruity gat shoot it back, chrome band, bitch
Niggas what you doing with that？
Take 'em back, make 'em pop a bunch of pills
Make a bitch eat it, tryin' to show that hoe how fun it is
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna hear then
We be ballin', you be callin'
Why you over there then？
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
You might see her on motor skates
Broke ass nigga 'pose to hate
Who the fuck she think she is？
All a nigga know to say
She passin' by 'em blowin' hey
Leanin' on a shoulder blade
'Shoulder Leanin' as Dro would say
She blowin' on it all day
Super freaks and beauty queens
She like to see them do they thang
As soon as they get to the seen
They shinin' as hard as you done seen
The baddest bitches you ever seen
Her earring give off a blueish gleam
Rollin' on a couple things
May be down for other things
She might be down for the thing
But TIP it might just be my ring
And how I got this other bitch
She lickin' on my dig-o-ling
I broke her slow and stroked it slow
Lick it, watch it grow some mo'
Bust a nut, bust a nut
And watch me fuck that hoe some more
She said, â½Dro can you go some mo？â
Fuck yes, I'm the best
Ain't playin' around, my pimpin' on deck
Lick a bitch low now the bitch all wet
Ridin' throughout the city on
Deep chrome sets, wrist so fresh
She so fresh, my girl got a girlfriend
Man, I can deal with that
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
My girl got a girlfriend
That make you wanna hear then
We be ballin', you be callin'
Why you over there then？
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin' girls in
You don't want my dick up in her
Keep her 'way from here then
My girl got a, my girl got a, my girl
My girl got a girl, my girl got a girl
My girl got a girl, my girl got a girlfriend
My girl got a
My girl got a girlfriend, my girl got a girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, my girl got a girlfriend
12.Rubberband Banks
Lyricist：D'juan Hart, Darwin Quinn
Rubberband banks boing
Tokyo Diamonds joing
Grand Hustle Ice, it be glowing
When we in the club, they think it's snowing
28 inches in the air
We be deep everywhere
Bitches want me 'cause I'ma player
You know I got them choppas 'cause I'ma sprayer
I'ma outer space balla, put you up on Astronomy
Mathematically with a pistol I do Trigonometry
Humbly, eat up a nigga like a Paranah B
Ridin in the cuttlass same color as a bumble bee
I had to man I brought the flip flop jag through
Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my Devi sad blue
Ride straight pass you, my choppas will outlast you
I promise I'ma smash you, 30 us sixes blast you
600 see through Benz call it the glass coup
Diamonds look like Passion Fruit, Viper look like Apple Fruit
Ride through the hood you know the Burban look like Snaple Juice
Bricks from back facts, from Summa Hill Pappa 2
Rapper who, bitch you know I'm the Best Thang Smokin'
Hit 'em in the neck with the Tech, and leave ya throat smokin'
Dro rollin', bitch I got a million for yo million
We up in these hoods trappin' buildin' after buildin'
Rubberband banks boing
Tokyo Diamonds joing
Grand Hustle ice, it be glowing
When we in the club, they think it's snowing
28 inches in the air
We be deep everywhere
Bitches want me 'cause I'ma player
You know I got them choppas 'cause I'ma sprayer
I love flippin' down screens and love ridin' 23's
Love glidin' down the street, and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' Ten-a-Key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all surrounding me
Ain't nobody bouncing me, DJ is announcing me
Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me
Fed's tryin' to pounce on me, I'm loyal than a mount'lgee
Shawty say, she fuck with Grand Hustle bitch bounce with me
Ice come from Tokyo, roll like the rolla poll
5 blunts of total Dro, I think I'm bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more
Trap time nigga, yeah, strap time nigga
Put out better rubber band
Crap time nigga, in my lap a nine nigga, 45 in the console
Show 'em how the reversible clip'll do a drum roll
Rubberband banks boing
Tokyo Diamonds joing
Grand Hustle ice, it be glowing
When we in the club, they think it's snowing
28 inches in the air
We be deep everywhere
Bitches want me 'cause I'ma player
You know I got them choppas 'cause I'ma sprayer
28 inches in the air
G4 in the air
Young Dro, ladies in my hair
Bitches want me 'cause I'ma player
Rock Cartier, I'ma Chief like an Indian
Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian
Dark sniper ridin' in the Viper up in Michigan
Fuckin' with my clique'll get you lost like Gilligan
Dro is on the pill again I promise I'ma kill again
Y'all fake niggas how the fuck could you be real again
Murder all foes I trap 'em up than I seal 'em in
Rubberband fitted, S Yutan Chevy
Straight drop Glad got that S Yutan ready
Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry
Ice Cream Chevy, nigga Ben and Jerry
Rubberband banks boing
Tokyo Diamonds joing
Grand Hustle ice, it be glowing
When we in the club, they think it's snowing
28 inches in the air
We be deep everywhere
Bitches want me 'cause I'ma player
You know I got them choppas 'cause I'ma sprayer
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Djuan Hart, Darwin Quinn
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Dro, I'm clean in this bitch
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch
Nigga buck, carbon 15 in this bitch
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 screens flip
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
With Lucky Charms diamonds man but nah it ain't Flip
Can't bounce, okay then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork an' beans
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca Raton
Hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Dion
Put them lights off in my rims now I'm ridin' neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
First I let my wheels spin then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall
How can I pimp a hoe？ Take a bitch to Berlin
My bitch break niggaz after that we fuck they girlfriend
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Benz, cockin' hammer, Arm and Hammer propaganda
Bitches think I'm pimpin' in linen and Salamander sandals
Dirty South hot 'cause Atlanta, show niggaz with ammo
We ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Donut Dunkin'？ Bitch, I ride glazed on the Haze
Gator green Chevy, gator guts, Alligator J's
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, get ya shoulder shawty
Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean, get ya shoulder shawty
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean
Let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean, ay
14.100 Yard Dash
Lyricist：Bola Akanni, Djuan Hart, Jennifer Willis, Bigram Jr Zayas
Young dro
Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy
Who dis is？ Grand Hustle？ Aye let's do it nigga
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
I'ma bank head veteran, got 'em takin' eccederin
Suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman
Ride 'round sever an' off the heads to my brother en
Man, this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since
I was young wit medicine, now I'm in the yellow bent
Thought the shit was lame, Das, why I ain't go and get the
yellow tint？
Tell 'em Kent we ride phantoms supplyin' anthems
Body full of reptile camo's and fine pampers
Shine amper, fox fur, submarine boxster
Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster
Light skin Mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
26 Davins, the black back with the chrome front
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
Aye look, Brasco Astro
Big shipment in advance, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro
Give 'em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks
Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force
Come back in a black porche, me and Bola
This Xtaci time, when the sunshines it's over
White cola, systems are metric, force successive
Ain't no choice, I'm aggressive
My brauds walk on giseptics and nati
Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati
I'm rich, nothin' to do, so I'm taking up karate
And I'm taping up my body like the NFL quarterback
Michael Vick shit, I know how to bring a quarterback
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
Bitch please, shawty I know you ain't got these
Varagomas on my face and some juicy gatore jeans
Bitch I'm ballin' wit some pimps who be lettin' they shoulda
lean
Know them grills gone bling and them banks go ching
Listen, I'm a queen, 5 carat ring
See through blouse and my nipples ain't seen
Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass
In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast
Drop top in the other seat, I got plenty cash
Always first class, bitch I was made to last
You a old rag still stuntin' wit a coach bag
Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast
All we make is cash, straight drop glass
Niggas try to jack it, we'll straight drop ass
Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard dash
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