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nigga, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

See me ridin' in a 44 on the seat
a quarter or a blow get low than we see
No tag, no license, loaded with D
Ridin' Fulton in D where we it to be

They pull us over, you think I'm stoppin', you must be wit me
If they don't want to die tonight, they stop fuckin' wit me
I'm gonna pull in born home my cousin and B
And they gon' hide me in they home while looking for me

Hey we the neighborhood superstars, couple pullin' hard
dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rock stars
We're puttin' in cowards hearts, when they see us on the block
Swervin' in the deuce in quarters, bustin' shots just

The I care about gettin' caught, I'm makin' bail by 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same bomb drops
I a hoe in Bangkok, dropped her off at TIP's spot
I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another on my block, hey

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

I'm Cadillac daddy, up on some hoes from old Natty
I said I'm Pimp ho what's happenin'
Westside get them panties, snap, she me can I do the Laffy Taffy
I said I do it to make the pussy

Let's get a room over on Virginia, inside sweeter than continue
Ya airing for a little bender
Baby just remember, make it
These niggas of know me, I'm the shit

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well, at least what it smells like
Hit the gas, fire blowing out the tail pipe
Tail pipe, that's all these hos lick for the night
I treat 'em like Tina, beat that and you call me Ike

Thats right, monster sittin' on the 28s
It sound like a stadium, you would of thought the Braves
The engine running like Vick, the Falcons on the hood
Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you they in my hood

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now where am I to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey

Ain't no where I'm goin', less I'm steppin' out
Sittin' on the high life, windows up, in the
Open up the console, that's I got my gun
next to that, get that bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all
Hos know, on the west side earn stripes
Make that money turn bright, just look at my and my grill
Swervin' off Church St. the God gave me skills

I was up in Bankhead, y'all remember me
Way in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me
Just 'cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having wit me
never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy it lean on me
Ridin' down Simpson, 'bout to waste my lean on me
Purple linen clean on me, the whole 3 on me
Waffle House Charger, yellow, I got a bee on me

I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go
I got my 44 and my dro and my on 24s
And my ho, now am I s'posed to go, hey