(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
(Dubba-AA flexin', Ayo that's Dre)
(T T T Tango)

Fuck all that talkin', we be wylin', yeah
Don't do no speakin', murk in silence
We count money and them bodies
I know for sure these niggas ain't 'bout it
(This is the sound)
Youngin' came home, he with the shit now
Money on yo' head a get you hit, huh?
Them hoes left alone, back on his dick, now
That nigga still totin' poles
Even though he rich, now
(Lets go) pull up yo' block, I'm jumpin' out
They say he talk like that
Because he know he raw
Hе told that bitch "Be cool
Don't open up ya mouth"
Yeah, just watch thе window
'cause we ridin' through the
Just watch ya mouth, money takin'
It's real long
Shawty tweekin' but she scared 'cause
The pills he on
They say that nigga full of drugs
He need to leave it 'lone
But he just turnt up
He just knocked the opposition down
Free DDawg, bitch
Fuck 'bout what they call it
I just pulled up flexin'
Way too reckless on that dog shit
He know he ain't shit
He been neglected while you call me
I just put resistance on my necklace
Get 'em off me
Four down, threes up, that nigga ran
Don't get his head bust
Hoes down, G's up, we tote them Glocks
No, they ain't scarin' nothin'
Bro call me up
These bitches thinkin' that they man thuggin'
Stay quiet, say nothin', 'cause I'm
The only one demandin' somethin', yeah
Drums bussin'
Have 'em soundin' like we in a band or some'
These niggas bitches speakin' on me
Like a fan or some'
Bum bitch, hit 'em with stick
Look like a manikin

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Writer(s): De'Jon Ruffin, Kentrell Gaulden