Hook: 8x
My niggas (get em up)
My bitches (get em up)
Verse 1: lil pete
Its pete baby
You best of recognize
Grab my gold teeth baby
One of the good guys
Say shes a freak baby
Tell me whats up then
U wanna freak
I wanna freak
Then we can freak then
Living this life of sin
Drinking bout everyday
Smoking bout everyday, in that gray escalade
I hit my nigga dre
Dre whats the word dawg
I got bout twenty-three ways lets go ball dawg
Help me burn down dis log
This dro to much for me
Its getting hard to see
But they cant stop a g
Living delicately
And Im going put em up 2x
And Im going keep em up
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get em up)
My bitches (get em up)
Verse 2: s.m.k.
Sometimes I feel like Im going die
Thats why I keep a tone
Cause aint no telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong
Some nigga ackin like he bad
Now he long gone
Ima be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral home
Cause I just got out the institution cause Im crazy jone
And a nigga think Im bullshitting with them masses on
Come on, come on everybody come on
Nigga we ready
So whatever you wanna get on
Breaking niggas off the top what I spit on
Fucking niggas up with the shit they better get on
Boy you dont wanna make me have to pull a get gone
Ima get to bucking with my muthafucking tone
Leave ya folks crying they gone hate you gone
? ? ? ? with the acapella tone
From memphis to atlanta getting bust in domes
Stick with the niggas in bulletproof its on
Then shout with the chrome glock to the knock
Another muthafucker test me I think not
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get em up)
My bitches (get em up)
Verse 3:
See I ride with the chrome
Out of town finna clown
Keep ya phone on wrong
Sideways in the whip
Every time when I dip through the hood its on
Everything after making the green
I kind of hate when ya hate mine
Irritated when ya waited for the online
Never hard to find
When we all gone shine 2x
Get ya cheese on
My niggas gotta hustle for that, juggle for that
But you better stay strapped with the gat
Everytime when the hugger make contact
Real niggas got push em all back
In the mist of dust
Like my guns when we come
This aint no test execution my son
Nightmares after twelve
They catching hell
Millionaires
So we dont care
Cause all my niggas posting bail, uh
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Sometimes I dont
Thinking that I wont get em left on the scene
Like no what I mean
Nigga no what I mean
Hook: 8x
My niggas (get em up)
My bitches (get em up)
