Lyrics

: You know I'm back blunt in my mouth gat in my hand It's the heart of the streets call me the trigger man B. Gizzle one of the realest niggas in the game You ain't know I been bout to shoot em up and bang bang I'm afilliated with og's from state to state East, west, north anywhere in the south it's straight I left Detroit police was fuckin with me every day I beat 3 pistol cases then I skated to the A I'm fuckin with the king, a lotta niggas drove Cause they already know we probably fuckin they ho I'm in the back of the club gettin fulla the dro We drunk 2 5ths of Patrone fuck it order some mo It's almost 4 in the mornin I ain't ready to go Whatever happens is jus happenin keep it on the low Oh it's official the hottest of the hot back Put ya hands up and let me see where the block at [- B.G.]: Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute You know me I'm B. Gizzle and I been hot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Choppa City got New Orleans on lock for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute They call me B. Gizzle and I been hot since the beginnin : You ain't never met a g like me Fitted hat fresh one's and the crisp white t Couple mill in the States, couple mill overseas Couple hundred worth of jewels cause I love the bling bling I keep it gutta gutta, I be doin my thing On the I-10 switchin lanes in the Benz or the Range Cowards hatin I ain't trippin I'm a let it rang Choppa City, Grand Hustle we gon do our thang I been hot, gon be hot, ya betta lay low I'm a g, been a g, whatever I say go Catch a case, pay the judge, homie the case closed He with me, he with me and they got the 4-4 Streets on lock, work on the set And if ya wanna smoke I got the purp on deck Get it outta line get ya t-shirt wet And whoever ridin with ya trust me they can get it next [- B.G.]: Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute You know me I'm B. Gizzle and I been hot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Choppa City got New Orleans on lock for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute They call me B. Gizzle and I been hot since the beginnin I'm a g, and you not And I'ma show ya niggas somethin bout hot I got g's, and got blocks And I'ma show ya niggas somethin bout hot Choppa City got New Orleans on lock And I'ma show ya niggas somethin bout hot Tell these suckas Grand Hustle don't stop And I'm a show ya niggas somethin bout how we do it [- B.G.]: Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute You know me I'm B. Gizzle and I been hot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Remindin these niggas cause they forgot for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute Choppa City got New Orleans on lock for a minute Back it up for a minute, let it drop for a minute They call me B. Gizzle and I been hot since the beginnin [- T.I.]: And there ya have it home boy Like that hes back partna! Hahaha Grand Hustle, Choppa City get to know it fuck nigga Haha Lock at him partna, real niggas back home boy We back in style home boy Ya better deal with this swag man Ay man I got a pistol you betta get one
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Christopher Dorsey, Scott Spencer Storch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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