I just call my homie and he say he gotta lick
He say he know a pussy nigga with a hundred bricks
So we gon’ ride up on ‘em, slide up on ‘em with ‘em sticks
Finn to pop up at his crib like a fuckin’ madded trip
Hocus pocus
To the safe like you ace nigga open, focus
But this ain’t hoe the niggas ride like a locomotive
Where the cash at? Show me where the stash at
Before I leave the 40 E.E. ah and leave that ass flat
Pussy ass niggas, man it’s tax season
Make ‘em move and it’s motherfuckin’ Mac squeezin’
Act decent ‘bout them hollows or your back leakin’
Niggas searchin’ for the coco like we crack fiennin’
I got a hundred killaz in my team
Young niggas gettin’ greezier than Vaseline
Had a dream, I’mma chase it with this Mac machine
Put a nigga on the cover of a magazine
Home invasion, news paper got a man down
Hold these nigga legs, I’mma tie his hands down
Let him chase it just to know that we ain’t playin’ ‘round
Ain’t gotta get u on your knees, nigga hit it down
Buck up, you fuckin’ with a shotter
I’m bringin’ 2 Pac 9,bitchin’ as Erata
I got the Hoo Wak chain, get it from her momma
And we gon’ flush everything at them boys, get behind us
Cuz we ain’t comin’ home, I’m in another zone
Ride with my dogs, we just want another ball
I got another lick so I got enough chrome
I ain’t gettin’ tun money, nigga this is something wrong