Y'all niggaz really thought we wasn't goin' to do it again Come on man, grand Hustle nigga, you know what it is T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young
murder y'all You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all And only cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at
clip on the heater Banana whip on them sneakers banana dick going deeper I'm so gangsta, if she don't go down no thank you I got so many bitches so ain't
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga 'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit Y'all
yeah I, I, I wanna get to know you I, I, I want you with me I, I, I just want to show you You belong to me I, I, I wanna get to know you I, I, I want
I ain't trippin' 'Cause all day, all night, we steady pimpin', pimpin' Well, if it ain't cash then I don't want it I'm a million dollar striver, I get
I got confidence, I don't need no condiments All I need is common sense to see through your incompetence Nigga, keep your compliments they don't flatter
I got bank? I don't think I could, wit me for life it'll be all good in tha hood [young turk] It's all good where I stay, niggaz hustle all day They
erybody smokin? me, cush nigga roll up I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn to Y'all look thirsty my cutlass look like orange juice 442
that Dro Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin' They don't really know about They don't really know about Dro First I let my chain glow y'all know how that
me up I couldn't take it Plus I had to wear a shit bag but I forgave him He shot me but God helped me fly off like a raven Don't hate him, pray for
Ridin' down, be alone, no damage, I'm serious Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious I'mma blast period, don't question me don't mess wit me
them The hottest in the room, you know I won't lie You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on fire [Chorus] Call me Young Dro Because I'm smoking on
and start bustin' I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm from Tennessee I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy Y'all niggas remember
blowin bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't
' Cris like you do them beers Got bread stacks, I ain't seen in a couple of years When I ball I see a gansta they don't look they stare Symbols in my
lift, disappear like Pablo Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap Well, let's dance, you lames are finished I serve all y'all cowards like a game
pop I'm a young little g and man I can't stop I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it It's like