| What, what, what, what, come on, what, what |
| Ah come on, what, what, what, ah come on What, what, ah come on, what, what, ah come on, what |
| We finna do this |
| Hook |
| Bounce, bounce, bounce if you’re with me nigga (4x) |
| Okay, okay |
| Want war, what’s up? |
| Want to fight, nigga what? |
| Niggas like y’all talk too much, scared to buck, like to fuck |
| Here I am, here I go, defeat me, hell no Try though, watch yo', you’ll see, Die slow |
| Give a fuck what you know, who you know, how you know |
| I do though want to know, do you got it, where it grow |
| I stay blowed, Optimo, Elbro, (?), dry bud, pepper weed |
| And I’m crunk, hydro |
| Shit, give me a leaf, fuck swisher sweet |
| Your Louisi-Anna, I’m Texas Pete |
| Fuck obsolete, nigga too discrete |
| Sit back and pastor when the 'Port chief |
| Nigga fuck peace, love beef, dinner time, let’s eat |
| I’m the only one on the seat, ohh no that’s me Who dare test me, show yourself, be ready to bleed |
| I hope your strapped, I hope your deep, I taste sweet, I spell defeat |
| Freak chicks love this, more than stiff dick |
| This here my shit, my advice, fuck this |
| Motherfucker |
| Hook |
| Been here, been real, know the facts, see the deal |
| My only goal, to rip a mill', my only fear is what I kill |
| Thou who test me, please Lord, keep blessin' me Never forsake me, deliver thee from the thy enemies |
| Help me, misery, nightmares, agony |
| This the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave |
| Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy |
| Ain’t no Tonka toy, nuclear, we’ll destroy |
| Ain’t no stopping me, the only way, kill me And either way, best to believe, every nigga gonna feel me Bump this shit when they bury, and leave the funeral smokin' weed |
| That’s how we mourn in the A-U-G, oh no it’s DSGB |
| A nigga like me love to ball, never fall, stand tall |
| I done came out the south, had my back againt the wall |
| Fuck the buck, a hundred fall, shot this nigga in the fall |
| Label me above the law, money is my only cause |
| Yeah, I’m a real nigga, fuck the Tommy Hilfiger |
| Glen Hill made nigga, red eyed dope dealer |
| Punk me out, bitch I stick this pistol in your mouth |
| Beat you 'till you pass out, kick your fucking grill out |
| Violence what I’m all about, fuck a quarter, fuck a ounce |
| 750 all day, ain’t got it, bitch bounce |
| Hook |
| I’m a Cougar not Puma |
| Fucking mice and not nice |
| I blazed my motherfucking writing so they couldn’t read my mind |
| I was bad as a kid, thank the Lord for filthy kids |
| And I never got the thanking for shit that I did |
| I was more than willing unfortunantly not that able |
| Y’all niggas sporting that Polo, I sport that Knight Of The Round Table |
| Took my partner in school, ran that bitch up my sleeve |
| Told the teacher «Bitch, fuck you, I’ll listen when I please!» |
| A nigga can’t bother flexin', ain’t nothin' but shit in my hood |
| I push a motherfucking Honda, but that bitch run good |
| My Ho' takes me where I need to go, rain, sleet, hail, snow |
| In the winter, see the bed, in the summer slow ho What you know about them gold triple D’s hundred spoke |
| Window down, system pumping, puffin' on an Optimo |
| Hell, I’m blowed, head to toe, 'bout to let y’all niggas know |
| Sitting up in the studio, fuck that shit, lets start the show |
| Hell, I got to let it go, we ain’t playing |
| WE AIN’T PLAYING |
| Hook |