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[Verse 1: Webbie]
I qotta fully automatic, two-bananas dats a hundred
You already kno the story, some lil *** owe me money
I came out here got on, I'm on homies acting funny
I left them *** alone cause I felt the jack was coming
I shoot up to Atlanta, I be rollin down the strip
They be on e like I'm tip, I'll chill then I'll dip
Up above to the club, to Manhattan see what's crackin
Girl will lick e like I'm 50 or I'm jigga, I be laughing
Me and boo from baton rouge, get that big ragedy we be stackin
We be packing them big rougers put you losers on a platter
Make some moves up to St. Louis, then get Nelly on the telley
Watching belly shooting dice and betin thousand on the seven
Seen Kelly in Chicago *** it yo showed me the club
We went in and popped some bottles, everybody showed me love
Ain't no telling where we goin and it don't matter where we was
Mane I can go where ever the *** I want simply because
[Chorus:]
How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you *** roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you *** hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
*** how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you *** roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you *** hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
[Verse 2: Lil Phat]
I be the trill fam, *** don't forget the youging
You don't kno how I'm coming hoe look let a *** run it
I'm like a monkey out the zoo, I'm like a Jordan tennis shoe
It's a southside thing from jimmy lou, the illest shoe
I kno my trill fam *** oh they gon ride for me (ride for me)
And all them ones who ain't convicted
Oh they take five for me (take five for me)
We *** bad bithes don't *** with them sadd ***
Don't like lil bitty hoes we *** with the phat ***
Ain't no lil lenty hoes, I mean my knot be way fatter
And if you *** with me you hear that ratta tatta tatta
We cut up and and we show out from bently to phantoms
A *** a punk a *** we stamp'em
We shining on them yeah we grimmy like a ***
Climbing on them yeah we grinding like a ***
Drink yo hard liqour I'm a sip my cold cup
You can be from outta town I'm a make you put them fours up
[Chorus:]
How many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you *** roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you *** hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here
*** how many records you sold, I won't with you when you drove
So I don't kno how you *** roll, I ain't leaving trill
I kno you *** hoes, y'all be talking to them folks
Y'all be creepin in that road, I'm a get you outta here