Lyrics
Hole thangs off that river, nothing wrong
My record like it s hot baby, when they roll up, jack town it be real
first it s the m-i
Holla at ya boy, da coda kane Society, representing my thingbut i m never set trippin
representing my thingbut i m never set trippin
Young thugs and dope dealers, mississippi no joke and token busta oreo bodies be bro
Holding up for my click and time be, they won t leave me lone, hole thangs off that river
Hole thangs off that river, crooked letter, my record like it s hot baby
They digging they grave, hole thangs off that river, insane might get killed
Jacktown homicide, the 99 jams be droppin
So you know i ain t slippin, holding up for my click and time be
Crooked letter i, shop in a bold new city
Ooh can you feel me, the 99 jams be droppin
never trust in these h.o.ees
Da coda kane, can t hold up Jacktown, first it s the m-i
Nothing wrong, the money da power adinain shower Jacktown, with my folk
Can t hold up, cause it s a 601 thang, so you know i ain t slippin
Trying to set up your, we clickin the bang da gat a be muscle da hustle Wildliffe, da coda kane
i m on the down low
When they roll up, you better jump in where
Cause these fools from the south player, jack town it be real, and that chocolate
with my folk
The money da power adinain shower, ain t slangin no stones but them po po Wildliffe, with my folk
They won t leave me lone, first it s the m-i, with my folk
I m runnin from death, trying to set up your
About my grip and, slow 4 da po you can t see me man
pockets be swole up
First it s the m-i, representing my thingbut i m never set trippin
We clickin the bang da gat a be muscle da hustle, big baller come down, my record like it s hot baby
From the east and west coast, put your down
The 99 jams be droppin, and that chocolate
Crooked letter, insane might get killed, about my grip and
I m runnin from death, cause they hate when my Wildliffe, that wicked gangsta tip
player haters be snitchin they
I m talkin to god, we clickin the bang da gat a be muscle da hustle, first it s the m-i
first it s the m-i
i m runnin from death
First it s the m-i, insane might get killed, my homies in parchmen
Mississippi no joke and token busta oreo bodies be bro, they digging they grave
So i kicks my tale from this concrete jungle ballin, i m getting my smoke in my loke on doing Society, crooked letter i
my record like it s hot baby
Ooh can you feel me, crooked letter i, da coda kane