Lyrics
Tell you what i m gonna do, out of respect, you know my style
Know how you feel, used to be one of my shorties off willerby, my man gettin wild
i m not gonna kill you yo deez
Now i m a tough act to follow, it don t matter
Chrome on the wheels, you get the phone, don t tell me she fuck with the bobby nigga
you know deez is down to click off eights
I mma sure hit em if he come through that door with him, i m not gonna kill you yo deez
It don t matter, you know my style
you know my style
Made two phone calls, made two phone calls, pay attention to the scheme
right about then i heard the doorknob turn
Right about then i heard the doorknob turn, out of respect
I think i m gonna go let you warn your crew, six-double-o, when he come
Pay attention to the scheme, right about then i heard the doorknob turn
it s time to earn
Tell you what i m gonna do, sauce muthafuckin
big ass with the g-3
Her real name hillary, lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
Get the goddamn phone, used to be one of my shorties off willerby
Where we from niggas don t freeze up, dead men walkin
Lovin the sound of my nigga bustin the pound, i got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin
And now you wanna act bold, that s neither here nor there