Get the fuck away. I've tried to block you out but your really bugging me out. Fuck all you've heard and what you've said. Your full of shit and on
mind It's so like you, discretion is all you can be Screaming to see what is in between I've been to hell and back, the quiet never lasts It's not like
flow Cause it's B dot O And it's B dot O And it's B dot O And you know, my flow So to all the people that's about to hate it Here's how I feel about
'm a Do It (I'm a Do It) I got money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeahhhhh
pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it
hard top waiting on the drop edition To hell with the patience I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations [Cassidy] Yeah it is what it is
White Walls again And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause
then I thought like "nahh" So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip Stuffed it inside my dickies
life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot
burst, Hell nah we don?t surf, We half way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I?m in the fuckin hearse, And it ain?t my night to get buried
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock Picture that, like Megan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said "It's a wrap",
fell in love wit' it, and I dropped off some cash Now that's me you see, flippin' slab, ridin' on glass How much it cost? Don't ask, baby just know this
: [Chorus] Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just
then I thought, like 'nah' So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit It was a chrome .45 with the Kung-Fu grip Stuffed it inside my Dickies as
lot You let me hold you like he hold you we take over the block Go from the dope spot to the CL drop You like it I love it, now me and you callin the
