Soo Georgia Bound, tatted on my belly
Good dope, I know you smell it
If you talk too much, you the one who tellin
And you'll still get yo ass whooped don't start that yelling
Im a beast when I hit that booth, I got hittas that'll catch you from roof
But we ain't gone get on the topic of that Ima show ya what I'm really finna do
Lyrically I'm finna let loose
Duck off on this lil grey goose
If a nigga get to plottin then the bullets get to poppin, think shit sweet it could be you
I'm on a money chase gotta fill a bag
Designer drawls got me showin my ass
I know a lotta niggaz who claim they hard and got they ass whooped tryna be bad
C'mon nephew you don't move like that
70s talk you don't groove like that
You don't run shit you can't rule like that
I'm bob the builder with a tool like
I came to run the game, rearrange the philosophy, half of y'all niggaz just gone try and copy me
But this shit right here is different psychology, just like a saiyan ain't no point in stoppin me
Knowin somebody just thinkin bout poppin me, like wtf why you considering droppin me
Knowin they hid this part of monopoly
Better step back for you left back and get ya dumb ass in caught in a death trap
After that f*ck you and where ya health at,
Just tryin to find where ya f*ckin wealth at
Ain't no need to call for help jack
You da tough one that got ya self smacked
Plus you ain't no dealer if you ain't sell crack
Now run to the judge and tell that
Well it's time for a baddie, thick broad that shake that booty
And I like the way she movin to this 1999 juvie and she might just be a groupie
But imma buss & make a movie and she love just what we doin,
Plus I'm a dawg but I ain't no scooby
Now the next time somebody some ask, tell em he can spit
And he keep that SD9 with him, 15 in the clip
And I ain't talkin toilet water but he with the shits
Frank Luko had to snap again, watch his ass get rich