Just a few kids Comin’ straight from Htown Representin’ super stylin’ While we’re makin’ our rounds Collectin’ cash straight bills Like Benjamins honey We’ll pull a glock on your ass If you don’t got our money We run these street like a marathon We’re king shit Sizzleippin’ on that sizzurp Always down to get lit Keep it thuggin’ super fly Double time on the high I keep it gangster when I’m rollin’ Got hydraulics on my ride
Rollin’ down the street snackin’ on cheerios Sippin’ that apple juice Laid back I got my mind on my music And my music on my mind Don’t bitch if you get your ass kicked For talkin’ mad shit Cause hey, You’re the one who said it Bust a cap in your punk ass And we won’t regret it
When we flowin’ the mic We drop more bombs than the army We wreck shop so hard That it could be alarming To some But those bitches need to man up quick And grow a set of balls Before we whoop that trick We pimp hoes And own expensive clothes We got our Gucci Got Versace and our rolex to go With our gats AK47s hangin’ out the window Of a cadillac Rat A Tat tat tat tat tat
I hate it when you call me big poppa Cause I’m self conscious about my weight Throw your hands in the air If you want another sirloin steak When we’re rollin’ in our Volkswagen beetle Down the highway We’re steady at the speed limit Cruisin’ in the right lane Don’t fuck with us That’s what we’re here to say We failed recess Cause we don’t play