Lyrics
Uhh, nigga
Niggaz was wearin budget
Talkin 'bout like, real school third grade
Wearin budget, shit, ya bitch! Yeah
I keep a chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones
Smokin on the strong, Freddy Kane, Freddy Corleone
Marshalltown niggaz had a nigga runnin home
I call collect, get me a 38, now bitch it’s on
9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile
Fast forward ten years came back with Roley’s with golden crowns
Skinny nigga; six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off
Ski mask on yo' baby daddy? Well that’s that nigga loss
Pointin my trey five seven, I got my point across
A skinny nigga; six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off
This burnin hole in my pocket got me out here 50 soft
223 on my enemy I tear them bitches off
Bitch
Skinny nigga; six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom
But fuck my enemies, what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em; bitch, bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em; bitch, bitch I got 'em
Fuck my enemies what’chu lookin for bitch I got 'em
Uhh — KFC, Harold’s, Sharks and Popeyes
Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties
A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats
I got my license now I’m backseat fuckin every week
A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work
3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt
Them project niggaz hit that bitch that pussy went berserk
Don’t hit without that Trojan fuck around you might get burnt
She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto
Lock it, pussy pop it, I swear this bitch deserve a medal
Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilletos
Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop then get a shovel bitch
Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
Freddie Forgiato, all my bitches spoiled rotten
Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin out the barrel
Got a stain for them hubbas meet me at the Harold’s
Bitch! I remember when they had some 15 right on 15 nigga
Fo’sho I used to hit that motherfucker all the time nigga
Straight dope stains and chicken wangs, y’knahmsayin?
Uhh, yeah, yeah~!