My Music

Dis dat so so def shit

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Every time I do it, you know just who I do it fo'

My o.g. niggas, my girls in the strip club

And fa my top cats that's block cruisin'

That's for the coops serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't rock dis

I'm sendin' my trend dog its lean wit it, rock wit it

And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates

They do what they gotta do and hustle at a top rate

Movin' dem o's makin' dey pension

We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches

My ghetto niggas and bitches know how to keep it hood

I keep it gutta I'm a gangsta you know just how I do it

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

I'm the shit you can't say I'm not

I keep white keep purp like a crayon box

Ay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie

Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can make it go

If I can't move it then I'm a call Tony yo

I let the bullets from my gun spread

Sippin' hard while you down on the corn bread

First I droppin' the mix

Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8 bricks

Yup, in my white tee so you know I keep it white

And I keep green like a traffic light

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club

Yo pimpin', you know who it be its B.U.N to the little be

One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedigree

Movin' through yo' city like a muthafuckin' mayor

Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin' care

I'm the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock

A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked

Sellin' mo yayo than you could stuff in a bread box

And I'm a keep on pushin' even when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I stand up fo' the hood

I'm holdin' down the underground just like a nigga should

U-G-K and D-F-B we do it fo' the block

Dem d boyz in the trap holdin' work keepin' it cocked

It don't stop

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's

The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay

Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders

Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders

That's gangsta I doin' fo' the thugs

And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug

Shipped across the border from purp to the cola

I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molders

Pond shop niggas, keep a couple handguns

Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son

Bun is out the test you wanna test son

My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my music for the boyz with the O's

The old school pro's in the strip club