Forget what them boys is talking bout,
You riding swangs you gripping grain,
You candy red you candy blue,
you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Forget what these boys is talking bout,
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday
From the streets of Antoine,
From Mo City to Studewood, it's
I'm riding on platinum grey,
Haters jealous on the sidelines,
Cause I roll with T.I.P.,
Boys know I'm Paid In Full,
so they clocking my dollas
Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones,
still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I
I'm on the grind for paper,
Forget what they talking bout,
I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true,
They say I'm the greatest of all time,
and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine,
and she'll say true- true
Turn up the bang if you into,
something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop,
they be like choo- choo- choo
And I'm thugging too homie,
the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me,
If I do a crime and you snitch,
homie the heater will snitch too
Cause if the police come around,
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic,
Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me,
I hope you internet thugs,
that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita,
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself,
the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time,
and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw,
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause
I ain't doing shit for (free)
if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we
pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check
looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping,
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him,
if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches
Snitches mean mugging me,
don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts,
that sticky- ickie (ooh- wee)
now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track,
it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box,
don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car,
you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber,
that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state,
like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
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