Lyrics
Hey, jumped off the porch, with one thing on my mind
Find a way to make a fortune, and keep from doing time
I accomplished one of those, but the other nevermind
And stay away from scary niggas, they’ll kill you every time
Think I’m Triple 6, 8 Ball, MJ, Lil Jon
Crunk off in that pussy leanin' in it tryin' kill some
She workin' on the pipe like this is what she pay her bill from
Cuz them other cats she fuck just fill it up a lil some
2 things I don’t like: A bitch who can’t shut up and one who wanna stay the
night
Whatchu say you playin' right?
You better hit the blunt and tell Uber to meet you at the light, hoe
Back to where you came from, that’s just how the dice roll
Uncle Quentin, Man, they raised me don’t take shit from anyone
So extortion is off the list, TIP you won’t get a penny from
Bet 10 to 1, that you won’t reach my level of success 'fore my kids are grown
I’m gettin' topped off in a Thunderbird
I guess you can call that some ThunderDome
Huh, yeah
And I’m already off of whatever you on, bitch
Aye I’m king of whatever better let it be known
I don’t give a damn bout you making no song
You better watch what you say in your song
'Fore you see what happen when faking go wrong
Say you gon' overthrow me, what’s taking so long?
I been kicking back patiently waiting for someone to rattle my cage
No I’m not that old nigga think that he run it, and talkin' bout what he did
back in the day
Oh no
I’m just a viscious as ever, more brilliant and clever and still 'bout that
action today
Oh no
You can’t compete in the league that I play in, learn from Jimmy Henchmen and
rapping like Jay
And how can I say it, I lead the generation who lasted the one with bandanas
and running in the traphouse, police we sell crack in their face
My presence suggest, i have tats in my face
And my reputation ain’t nothing to play with, you owe me some money,
suggest that you pay it, or that double dbarrel I’mma put on your head
I’m thinking you might tell someone what I did, but you gon' be dead
How you gon' say it, dead man don’t talk thought you knew it
You can scream from the grave but we don’t wanna hear it
All i hear what the Bankroll said, I stay booted up so I can’t go dead
Nigga fuck that caseif it can’t go fed, what the fuck your mind on if it ain’t
on bread
And i stay poured up, Ac' on deck i don’t drink no red
In my suite bad bitches link up, got 'em in the bedroom can’t go to bed
Ain’t no games shawty know how i play it
I know I’m the shit shawty you ain’t got to say it
If you can’t see now, how the king get down
May as well turn around, bitch, you ain’t gon see it
