作词 : Jeffery Williams/Clifford Harris/London Holmes/Torrence Hatch 作曲 : Jeffery Williams/Clifford Harris/London Holmes/Torrence Hatch Yeah *ice moves around in Styrofoam cup* Yeah, yeah Yeah Ni***s say they f*** with you, I can't tell $500,000 Chevelle (aye) I got bricks and birds for retail (aye) I got 100,000 worth of belts (racks) These bi***es and these ni***s know That they can't play around here (yeah) I call the spot elementary (yeah) 'Cause I keep a K around here (Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (yeah) All my Aces (Ow!) if you play (Yup!) They make you grady baby (woo!) (Ah! Woo!) I might shoot you (Aye) in your head And then it's no more thinking (Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (aye) Pu*** boy, I'll leave you dead And call it dedication (No pressure, aye!) (woo!) I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication (Aye! My drink medicated) (hey!) [Verse 1: T.I. Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up (po' up) Ounces in a soda (woo) Push up on your bi*** and shawty I didn't even know her (we had a show) Hey, see this hood I throw up (yeah) Realest one I ever seen (Bankhead!) ATL, call it XXL (what) 'Cause we stay spittin' shells out a long magazine (grah! bah!) Real ni*** got a crown, better own that thing (what!) If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing (yup!) Beloved dope dealer and a well known King And a killer 'pending how you put your spin on things (hey! man) You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen? 'Bout the same amount of pu*** ni***s dead I've seen (uh huh) You know how many bi***es in the bed I've seen? (uhh) That like asking me how much bread I've seen (hmm) Aye, more than enough, in God we trust You love a real ni***s then f*** with us But if you got a problem with it then f*** with us It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust Got your bi*** riding everything but the bus She let me put it everywhere but the butt (hah) I always tell the bi*** don't talk so much (shh) She say "Who I'm hidin' from? What the f***? For what?" (hey!) Ni***s say they f*** with you, I can't tell $500,000 Chevelle (aye) I got bricks and birds for retail (aye) (Uhh) I got 100,000 worth of belts (racks) (Tell 'em!) These bi***es and these ni***s know (Uh huh) That they can't play around here (yeah) I call the spot elementary (yeah) 'Cause I keep a K around here (Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (yeah) All my Aces (Ow!) if you play (Yup!) They make you grady baby (woo!) (Ah! Woo!) I might shoot you (Aye) in your head And then it's no more thinking (Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (aye) Pu*** boy, I'll leave you dead And call it dedication (No pressure, aye!) (woo!) I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication (Aye! My drink medicated) (hey!) [Verse 2: Young Thug Man I'm leanin' so bad I can't do a push up for a million (Lean, lean lean lean) Catch a ni*** baby mama Make her give me nothing but ceiling (Head) Aye Hey, never had time to rap and cap And dap these tramps, my ice a lamp I can't adapt, I'd rather slap I rather pop his cap and naps His mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat (woo!) 2004, I was screaming everything Gucci No Big Cat (woo!) And we was skatin' up, ridin' with the K's Shootin' at all these big racks F*** a officer (yeah) Akon, what it do, bruh? (what it do?) Keep these f***in' hoes off of you (why?) When you get some new money turn new or (swoo!) You gon' wish you would've or could've (and what?) The way I Sit down and get rich like a booker (yeah) Might drop the top up off it If I don't get into the helicopter (racks!) Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin (why?) Ni*** ridin' round with like hella choppers Every time I need new surgery (what?) I'm gon' call up my head doctor (brrrrrrr) Five more thousands 'cause She ain't got no head problems (she the best, she the best) Yeah, all my ni***s they be bleedin' ni*** (what?) Yeah, they ain't gon' never cheat a ni*** (aye, aye, aye) Yeah, pop a watermelon any season, ni*** (aye) Yeah, hey, Imma bag her every time I see her, ni*** (Ks up!) Fishing hoes with my hook (what?) Pockets all swollen, no book (what?) Glasses on, she don't know how I look (nerdy, nerdy) Since I'm on, how the f*** do I look? (I'm on, I'm on...) You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look (ohh...) I'm a big old Blood over here, I'm Suge (ahh!) Ni***s say they f*** with you, I can't tell $500,000 Chevelle (aye) I got bricks and birds for retail (aye) I got 100,000 worth of belts (racks) These bi***es and these ni***s know That they can't play around here (yeah) I call the spot elementary (yeah) 'Cause I keep a K around here (Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (RAH!) (yeah) All my Aces (Ow!) if you play (Yup!) They make you grady baby (woo!) (Ah! Woo!) I might shoot you (Aye) in your head And then it's no more thinking (Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (aye) Pu*** boy, I'll leave you dead And call it dedication (No pressure, aye!) (woo!) I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication (Aye! My drink medicated) (aye! hey!) [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz & Young Thug Aye, you ain't read the paper? (you ain't read the paper?) You ain't seen the news? Got a team of goons bout action Never start it, but I finish it, so nasty, ask 'em (ask 'em) They know 'bout me I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock-a-bye, baby So smooth, so fly, baby (so fly, boom, boom!) Rock-a-bye, baby (Yeah) Let me turn up now, four shows a week 100 thousand a piece, we getting bread now (bread now) (Yeah) Mama don't worry 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin') You can kick up your legs now (Yeah) I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters (chop it, nigga!) Got hitters on top of hitters (Yeah) Rest in peace to my ni*** Lil Bleek (Lil Bleek!) I miss you, I miss you ni*** Just tryna live and have a lil fun, ni*** Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond, ni*** I got fans that bust yo' a**, you talk 'bout Boosie baby Got off my a**, went got that bag, and Boosie made it Hate that, ni*** Ni***s say they f*** with you, I can't tell $500,000 Chevelle (aye) I got bricks and birds for retail (aye) I got 100,000 worth of belts (racks) These bi***es and these ni***s know That they can't play around here (yeah) I call the spot elementary (yeah) 'Cause I keep a K around here (Hey, hey, turn it, turn it!) (yeah) All my Aces (Ow!) if you play (Yup!) They make you grady baby (woo!) (Ah! Woo!) I might shoot you (Aye) in your head And then it's no more thinking (Thu-thu-thu-thu! Turn up!) (aye) Pu*** boy, I'll leave you dead And call it dedication (No pressure, aye!) (woo!) I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication (Aye! My drink medicated) (hey!)