Yeah!!!

How can I explain this game?

Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name

Me and my dreams of gettin' the world crunk

The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real

I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills

Smokin' on the best of the best

When you see me you know I'm fresh

In the black lambo, I aint ridin' there hoe

Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don't give a fuck

Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear

In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear

Listen hear, this fo all yall **** bitin' my flow

Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin' like I don't know

Yeah!, there's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ****, where my motherfuckin offerin'?

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them **** keep motherfuckin fightin'

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'

Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)

I been watchin' these **** from a fog

My best friend left me with some dope in his car

So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd

I represent **** smokin' dro', actin' wild (Ya feel me now?)

I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old

Hop in the club with no I.D. no **** here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3, r e s p e c t

V.I.P. bout 20 deep, hardest **** in the street

Tryin' to find me a bitch I can check

Probably be the bitch on the deck

Better yet, I'ma slap a bitch ass ****, a fuck ass ****, ol bitin' ass ****

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin', Pastor Troy ****, where my motherfuckin offerin'?

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them **** keep motherfuckin fightin'

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'

Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Wellah haaaa)

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ****, where my motherfuckin offerin'?

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them **** keep motherfuckin fightin'

Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin'

Yeah!, baby give me why ya can't, cause I aint playin' with ya this year man (Well ah haaaa)