How U Luv That (feat. Big Sant)

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

Old school my whip

King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

I put on my clique

Hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch

What you know 'bout this?

Fuck what you heard, ho, they know bout the Krizzle

The Chevy on four Pirellis with the pole in the middle

I break a ho if she brittle, pimpin' hot off the griddle

Cluckin' bustas freakin' and fuckin' for nothing

So how you figure I was tricking off?

Candy paint my Caddy frame don't be ashamed to lick it off

Hail Mary some game to a dame and you can't pick it off

Off the chain (Hoo!) I can't sic it off

Time and time again I try and tell them let me kick it off

And bang on it, I put these lames on it

It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it

Make that kinda track and put a train on it

Styrofoam, purple rain on it

Fresh up out the cleaners, my demeanor, not a stain on it

Reign on it, put some chains on it, bet the game on it

My woofer beat to the frequency that a bitch done came on it

Pinky ring on em, chinchilla get hanged on the floor

I leave a bitch fiending for some more

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

Old school my whip

King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

I put on my clique

Hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch

What you know 'bout this?

Yeah, B-izza G SANT, biatch

Young trill ****, ho you know just what I be bout

Time to take off them T tops, we on that, like banners

Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper

This that shit that they should capture on film

Lights camera action, life

Bitch my pimpin' 1080p, without no satellite

Why **** ain't acting right, talkin' 'bout who run the South

They know it's us

They sick and ain't no Robituss to help ‘em out

I been official, big dawg in the yard

Voted most likely to murder every verse that I start

So as soon as I park and I hop on that ride

Better leave with your bitch, 'fore I'm off in her mouth

Cuz I'mma big timer rhymer, no co-signers around for you

If I ain't make that clear let me break it down for ya

They lame (yeah), we not (yeah), see us (yeah) on top (yeah)

Alumni forever ever bitch

They know

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

Old school my whip

King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up, bitch

What you know 'bout this?

I put on my clique

Hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch

What you know 'bout this?