Hook: male singer      Look what I'm going thru 16x      Verse 1: t mac      I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego   Dual off in my chevy got me loose finna let go   And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em   Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm lucking   Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter   Tatter tatter   Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter   If I gotta i'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her   Ena forina sipping on a zima   Smoke cut it out   How you live about   Bitches in the south   Women in the south   Where my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking,   I'm picking, I'm choosing,   I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time   Dope than I choke   Coughing the smoke   So I be like fuck that dope   Let's go bump a dime   Fuck with my mind   Keeping the nine all of the time   I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine   Fuck what a nigga say he gone do   I represent bulletproof   And I been down since '92   Y'all don't know what I done been thru      Hook: male singer      Look what I'm going thru 16x      Verse 2: pastor troy      Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress   In the land where a little man must wear a vest   Settle for less   But I got lesser   Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless her   Won't slow me down   Front this ho around let's be fo' real   Kill or be killed   I got feelings but I still can't feel   Hungry for meals   And until I can say I got it   I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college   That's higher learning   Blunt burning gone help me see   The realness of this fucked up reality   It's blasphemy   A quarter ki of cooked coco   Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there   Ain't no scare   Look what I'm going thru      Hook: male singer      Look what I'm going thru 16x      Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine      Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut   Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up   1988 we had connections like them goodfellas   Smith and wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us   Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when   I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins   My mama still tell me till this day   Better watch this how they play   And muthafuck what niggas say   That's that's why my mind can't get trapped   Inside a nigga no bullshit   Tripping off some anna that's why I be quick to pull quick   Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with congregation   Sold my soul   Done pimped my foes, still big facing   Got me pacing      Hook: male singer      Look what I'm going thru 16x      Verse 4: mica b      Coming up in the game making this money   We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene   Gotta pocket in the bank full of green   And all my real thugs roll to clean   Chiefin' that goody   Thinking bout business   Short term and long term   Bullets we burn   With a thick firm   Let the whole world know it's our turn   Major d in tennessee, atl, georgia, and m-town   Bound to crank a spot up now   Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh   Making moves in the hood   Chiefing with the big boys   Rolling in the big toys   Making all the big noise   Ain't scared to go to war   And all us hustlers like to score   I'm dropping that pants worse   Pimp first   Then fuck what haters speak   I'm pimping on these streets   And these south joints paying me   Mange twah in the marriott   I send 'em to the private parties   Then scoop 'em up   From the snake joint and big bodies