Mmm, mmm, cmon
Ah cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon
Cmon, cmon, look, look
When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked
Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop
Im a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla
Wilder than real-a, T.C. representer
Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty
Plus Im quick to ride, and give it to you snitches
Im a no doubt fella, always have I always will
Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus Im real
In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be
All I know is killin, murder drama no peace
Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early
I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me
Whoever like testin look, dont you do it
Cause I dont hesitate especially if you blew it
Your set I run - through it, like a mad man
Dont think I wont do it, leave your momma sad man
Look here - its in me lil wodie to be the thug that I be
Its in me lil wodie to wear baguettes on Roley
Its in me lil wodie to wear - Ts, Bauds, and Rees
Its in me lil wodie - look here - its in me lil wodie
Its in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am
Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam
Nothin but streets, look - its all that I know
Knockin you off yo feet, its all that I know
Drivebys and pull-ups Im prepared every day
Thuggin as usual I do dat every day
Quick to roast ya, if youre not from round my way
In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways
Quick to still ya yeah, Im real I aint fake
Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you wont be thinkin no more
Look, youll be put to nap
A youngster play it raw raw, and "X" ya out
Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo house
Yeah I goes out cause its in me lil daddy
When its a coke drought I tote a semi lil daddy
Im the one theyre talkin about, original Hot Boy
Lil Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy
With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it
Aint gon be nuttin nice, when Im spinnin and bendin
Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes
Get your mind right, thats what it do yes
Blood and brains, all over the streets
is what you see dawg, messin with me
Ill do you somethin awful split ya deep
Closed casket you had front you for your peeps
I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight
Load up the mac, look Im ridin tonight
I disguise like a woman mask over my face
Gloves on my hand no evidence no case
Thats how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth
If you dont want my trouble look, better be cool
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