TRUMPETS

The trumpets' blaring, but we do not hear a sound They love the kid ever since I hit the ground okay Ever since a youngin' I was moving pounds of plates So pussy boy, just shut up Get up out my face I don't want no pressure, but I'm piped up in this bitch Why you tryna flex on me? Don't talk to me like this I don't pay for pussy, but that pussy paying shit Everybody turn to hoes, you can't never trust a bitch I been gone all night long, we just getting started, nigga I can't fold, I can't fall for the guap, these hoes retarted, nigga Dance with the devil, now you can't go back Gettin' diamonds on the wrist can still get smacked Told gang, "Hold it down, other niggas get taxed" Return of the king put the scene on the map Feel like my homies been holding me back Double S and we came to attack with a couple of Tecs and a couple of Macs Whole circle full of pussies and rats Pop me a perky, I'm back on the task Dippin' and dodging, I'm making deposits That hoe just been calling, tell bitch to relax Oh, wait, now I'm back to my old days Now we back to the old days, pull up Ice-cold like my first name was oh shit, and I'm wavy like ocean Smoking on potent, I'm feeling important South of the strip, bitch, know we's in motion You know we's in motion, south, south, south, south