4 Minutes ft. Hot Boyz
Juvenile
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You know we don't drop hits
We drop classics nigga
Cash Money come on
Get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
All the niggas I fuck with they bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin' the Tec nigga
You better protect your head fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers gorillas and the head bustas
I grew up with murderers and hustlas you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin' niggas for a while now
I stay to tapin' and ropin' ballers who got blocks
Of birds or chickens or keys or bricks whatever
Click clack I gotta have it no matter
What the situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga
This bitch off the hook
Nigga never sleep
This bitch full of crooks
They hunt for the weak
Niggas comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
On the bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Them old side niggas
Them new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride nigga
They second line
But right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington and Magnolia
They smokin' weed
They slangin' D they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin' it better be M-A-G
Or niggas gon' get mad and never let you leave
Belmont 6th Street and LD
Willis Street Robinson and T.D.C
It's on fire from the wars that's caused
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camoflauge
Niggas step down to the nasty filthy dirty
Hollygrove Carrollton 17 ya heard me?
Need them birdies you should see Weezy
Prices cheaper than the average ki's be
We be thuggers
Stunnas
Hustlas
Kidnap mothers
Rape with no rubbers
What the hell
What is that I smell?
No it's not weed it's a dead body by the canal
My grill platinum
Necklace platinum
Rolex platinum
Hot boy ask 'em
Blunts we pass 'em
Guns we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes Rees Tees Girbauds
Bo-bos semi-automatic calicos
Brrrr reload
Chk explode
Let it be told
I'm from Hollygrove
Plenty of diamonds in my Rolex
2 Karats on my finger
10 Around my fuckin' neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped with my gat
I bust back back leave your bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Kevin and Brat Brat
Your head you lose that
Ain't no comin' back back I'm tellin' you
Play with me your people people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop the chrome 6 niggas gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you'll be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurance yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'm a peel it nigga you can't run cousin
Gun click you hit and you get stung cousin