Just a few kids Comin straight from Htown Representin super stylin While were makin our rounds Collectin cash straight bills Like Benjamins honey Well pull a glock on your ass If you dont got our money We run these street like a marathon Were 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 Im rollin Got hydraulics on my ride
Rollin down the street snackin on cheerios Sippin that apple juice Laid backI got my mind on my music And my music on my mind Dont bitch if you get your ass kicked For talkin mad shit Cause hey, Youre the one who said it Bust a cap in your punk ass And we wont 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 Im self conscious about my weight Throw your hands in the air If you want another sirloin steak When were rollin in our Volkswagen beetle Down the highway Were steady at the speed limit Cruisin in the right lane Dont fuck with us Thats what were here to say We failed recess Cause we dont play