Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas wit hammers and daily bodies drop
OG (you) survived you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin for my dead homies while I ride around (x2)
Mannie Fresh on the beat he put that wobble on it
He blessed the nigga the B-l-G now watch me
Gobble homie
I put the bottle down hit the throttle got em now Sodom and Gomorrah deplorable’s all around my style
I’m like the bandage on mummy I got that wrap around
Circles on you Urkel ass niggas who tryna
Snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company tryna cash me out
Catch me outside and we can see what
All that yapping bout
Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Impalas with draulics parked at the gun spot
My uncle told me don’t pull it unless you pop pop
(Gun SFX)
Mop top head ass nigga you get yo knocked rocked
I’m from Atlanta by way of Savannah Georgia
Got Louisiana Geechee’s who’s manners are out of order
Be easy when you see me salute me and keep it bailer
Only tigers comes with stripes I piped it up for
Every bar of em
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas wit hammers and daily bodies drop
OG (you) survived you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin for my dead homies while I ride around (x2)
Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me
Had for some years now to me it’s like a trophy
My windows up I got my main thang rollin
I trust her so I know she gone do it just how I showed her
I’m only high when I’m really in the act of smoking
But once the joint done homie I’m back at square one
Double up something convertibles a make a bitch
Wanna fuck something
And I done turned corners in a couple of em
Fuck on em, stunt on em then I'm duckin em
Back in studio hustling bitch we cook drugs in here
You was living under false impressions
You not really a G dawg you got false credit
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas wit hammers and daily bodies drop
OG (you) survived you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin for my dead homies while I ride around (x2)
Say we can do what millionaires can can can
The green dickie suit is garbage can grand man
And what we smoking come from Oakland via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased no flexin no grand stand
Country boy proud mane smoking loud mane
Blowing purp in the Firebird (car sound) pipes loud mane
You hear a skrrrrtttt then you hear brrrrtttt hit
The ground mane
Them niggas buckin, out of bucket, them niggas bussin
Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches
What's this I witnessed, these niggas simpin
They once was pimpin
Don’t even honor, they baby mama, but cake for bitches
Aye partna partna! That shit ain’t playa stop lookin lame
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas wit hammers and daily bodies drop
OG (you) survived you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin for my dead homies while I ride around (x2)
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