[Intro]
Everybody’s lookin’, if you’re jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher
[Hook]
Everybody’s lookin’, if you’re jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher
Everybody’s looking, if you’re jealous turn around
The AMG kit keeps us closer to the ground
We’re gettin’ good grip from the 50 series tires
The Alpine’s bumpin’, but I need the volume higher
[Verse 1]
Aye! P-I double L, fresher than a ma’fvcka
Badb****es, no dresses in this ma’fvcka
Blowin’ loud, no stressing’ in this ma’fvcka
Big banks, no pressure on this ma’fvcka
Professional when I do thiss***
Always dressed in the newests***
Gucci, Prada and Louiss***
Leave the p**** all ruined,b****
Uh – I’m goin’ HAM in this m***********er
Peanut b***er, I’mma jam in this m***********er
The bass steady kickin’ and the Armor All shines
Pretty little chicken and I bet she is a dime
Feel like I’m goin’ fishin’, yourb**** is on my line
Like a death row inmate’s teeth, I’mma grind
Like a scale I’mma balance out
This moneys*** and this candid drop
Guaranteed when them bands come out
Them big booty h**s, their panties’ll drop
Okay then… I’m throwin’ bands in this m***********er
So many h**s I need a van in this m***********er
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Aye! This that straight drops***, shorty
Badb****es pullin’ up in a 6-40
One rollin’ up the weed, oneb**** snortin’
Master P, I double L, yeah, I been ’bout it
Experience what made me, 80 feet they raised me
Fourth quarter got paid, G
From the one to the three with your lady
Uh – I’m Mike Vickin’ in this m***********er
Dog-ass nigga trickin’ in this m***********er
Aye! It ain’t trickin’ if you got it, though
A lot of flow, it’s like cocaina when I record
A lot of dope, I done seen them servin’ beside the road
‘Cause I am clean, they hatin’, out of sight, they explode
Bitch! Take the roof up off this ma’fvcka
I’m turnin’ up, I’m the truth up in this ma’fvcka
Got some niggas that’ll shoot up in this ma’fvcka
We ’bout this paper, gettin’ loot all in this ma’fvcka
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Volume loud, blowin’ loud with a six pack
Got the glock tucked if they want the chit-chat
Got a chopper on my side for the get-back
Guaranteed they think they clean, but their kit wack
Six pack on the stomach, make ‘em vomit
Blood on his teeth whenever a nigga dumpin’
Tried to warn you ’bout this weather
fvck around and get pneumonia
When the bullets start to rain
This ain’t Southern California,b****
Stay strapped like a velcro tennis shoe
Got a badb**** that will replenish you
Mortal Kombat, nigga, I’ll finish you
Ignorin’ messages askin’ me what I’m finna do
Been a fool with it, been a m***********in’ monster
Leave a nigga’s a** stinkin’ in his trash by the dumpster
Got some little bitty niggas livin’ fast that’ll dump ya
It’s the #1 rule, get cash as a youngster
[Hook]