| [Hook:]Columbians, mexicans, even got some work from the dominicans | |
| Americans, land of the free... shit, my country... | |
| Red, white and blue, red white and blue | |
| Cripple bloodshed, nigga | |
| I saluteRed, white and blue, red white and blue | |
| Cocaine shit, nigga | |
| I salute[Verse 1:] | |
| Columbians and mexicans | |
| I'm trying to reup | |
| Stop the beat let's get somethin understood where | |
| I stay they g'd up | |
| Maybach with my feet up, ak when | |
| I creep up | |
| Young niggas wear blood game, my og's rep hoover | |
| All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot out | |
| Your bad bitch got no ass, she must work at hooters | |
| Must of been in new york when them towers blew up | |
| Now I got a 911 porsche with the blue guts | |
| Rims'll make ya throw up, some will make you blow up | |
| Niggas get little money when you gonna grow up | |
| Louie from the toe up, street nigga so whay, | |
| I amLouie 13, and | |
| I'm just telling bitch it's pour up[Hook:][Verse 2:] | |
| Voila, haha, 18 wheeler pull up | |
| Thousand mid and 30 bricks inside a honda | |
| He don't speak in english all he know is numbers | |
| Then my memphis plug he gonna get me through the summer | |
| He don't know my name, him is just a runner | |
| He pick it up and drop it off, then he gets some yonda | |
| Land of the free, run up if you wanna | |
| Suicide mission, we got choppas in this hummer | |
| Red white and blue, | |
| I'm no politician | |
| But I live in a white house so feel presidential | |
| Religious to the flag you name the streets of america | |
| In god we trust and where we stand | |
| I'll always be a hustler[Hook] |