Lyrics

Make that money shake them honeys, straight out of they strings
I’m from that south where boys be bout it, boy’s be doing some things
My Glock be click’n, finger’s itchen, picture tha drama it brings
When they be testing, boy they restin, if they want it then bring it

I from south where boy’s lay it down, and we don’t play around
Run up in the cut and they be spraying rounds, you laying down
And they ain’t asking for nothin, like I’m gone take mine
Dumpin on the ops and the cops with the Tech9’s

You can't wreck mine, because my games way too tight
Boy don’t test me, you think I won’t, well, I just might
Knock yo head off, you better get up off my block
Before you hear that 9, pop pop pop pop pop pop

Here’s an anthem, to all of the people that don’t stop
To all the house parties, takin over the block
You know that E-Smooth out here keep’n it hot
But the land lady’s mad, so she calling the cops