It's Goin Down - Z-Ro

Yeah (Tonight it's goin' down) You know we've been waitin' much too long for this, girl It's time to get it on Yeah, old school style (Tonight it's goin' down) Keep it grown, keep it sexy, come on Ooh Uh, yeah Uh Ooh Uh, yeah Ooh Baby I've been waitin' on it forever I'm not gonna even front And it's gonna get so much better (Can't wait till the moment comes) (Baby) When I get to squeeze you in your arms And lay you on your bed (baby) Excuse me if I kiss it for a little girl I like it when it's nice and wet It makes me feel good To know that you're waitin' for it (I make it so good) I hope that you're ready for it 'Cause I'm 'bout to turn off the lights, baby Tonight it's goin' down We're in the final round It's time to close the deal Gonna sex it up in here Tonight we're makin' babies We've been waitin' much too long Tonight it's goin' down It's time to get it on Tonight will be the night Of all of the nights, tonight, tonight, yeah girl (Baby) More than just a little bit excited I've been holdin' it for days (baby) And when I get with you tonight I'm gonna make you call my name (ooh-ooh) (Baby) Got the right vibe, and it's blowin' Got the candlelight and it's glowin' Got you right now, and I got you goin' (Oh, let's take it all the way) (It makes me feel good) To know that you're waitin' for me (I'll make it so good) I hope that you sing for me ('Cause we 'bout to make love tonight) Tonight it's goin' down We're in the final round It's time to close the deal Gonna sex it up in here Tonight we're makin' babies We've been waitin' much too long Tonight it's goin' down It's time to get it on Tonight will be the night Of all of the nights, tonight, tonight Tonight will be the dreams Of all of your dreams, tonight, tonight (yeah baby, oh yeah) Tonight I'll make you scream like you never screamed, tonight, tonight Oh, baby, it's gonna be everything you wanted to be Tonight, tonight (tonight, tonight) (Oh! Baby) Tonight it's goin' down We're in the final round It's time to close the deal Gonna sex it up in here Tonight we're makin' babies We've been waitin' much too long Tonight it's goin' down It's time to get it on Tonight it's goin' down We're in the final round It's time to close the deal Gonna sex it up in here Tonight we're makin' babies We've been waitin' much too long Tonight it's goin' down (oh, baby) It's time to get it on Tonight will be the night of all of the nights, tonight, tonight Tonight it's goin' down Tonight it's goin' down It's time to get it on, tonight Tonight it's goin' down It's time to get it on (tonight, oh baby) Tonight it's goin' down

Yeah My car faster than yours My smoke sack better than yours You the type to throw a rock and hide your hand and run I ain't never cared 'bout shit until I had my son Met some new niggas that kept it more realer than some of my day one's But I ain't mad at you, I'm just laughing at you You talk about it, I go and get it, bankroll in my pocket as big as a midget 70 racks stuffed in my breeches, you took her out, but you didn't hit it (lame) She said that she like what she see, but all she see is money Nah, I ain't a pimp bitch, but you can't get nothing from me It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight It's going down tonight, I need some cups and ice It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight Just bought a half a pound to smoke, we about to get high as a kite Stop at the store, get a grape soda, we don't pour up with Sprite Somebody pass me a lighter The police get behind me, it's gonna be just like a thief in the night It's going down tonight Nah, we don't pour up with Sprite I only roll up the fire Sometimes I just wanna get high Go to the house and get fly Fuck her and tell her goodbye (I'm gone) I got a lil' bitch from Dubai She swear that she love me she lying I-I heard that shit out of town It's going down tonight My dawgs just called and asked me what we doing tonight (what y'all wanna do?) My trap house jumping like a Floyd Mayweather fight I stopped sipping, now I'm back to it, stopped at the store, get some Backwoods I fucked your favorite Instagram bitch, and I hate to tell you, she's not that good (woo) It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight It's going down tonight, I need some cups and ice It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight It's going down tonight, it's going down tonight Just bought a half a pound to smoke, we about to get high as a kite Stop at the store, get a grape soda, we don't pour up with Sprite Somebody pass me a lighter The police get behind me, it's gonna be just like a thief in the night It's going down tonight

This a Nitti beat Yeah, here we go again (boing) Bad boy south, Ghettoville U.S.A. (Bloc Entertainment) You know I go by the name Nitti, right? (Yeah, uh-huh) I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad, right (yeah, yeah, who this nigga, man?) This nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?, Yung Joc, yeah) He resides in Collegepark (Collegepark, C.P.) But for right now, what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do?, yeah) We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) Niggas in my face (ayy), damn near er' day (ayy) Ask a million questions like, "Joc, where ya' stay?" (stay) Tell 'em Collegepark (Park), where they chop cars (cars) Get 20 grand, spend a grand at the bar (Uh) Jest bought a zone, J's on my feet I'm on that Patrón, so get like me '69 Cutlass (yeah), with the bucket seats (uh-huh) Beat in my trunk, bought it just for the freaks (yeah) Catch me in the hood (yeah), posted at the store (store) Pistol in my lap, on the phone counting dough (yeah) If your girl choose, let her do her thing Just like her mama, nice ass, nice brain (hop on, hop on) Er'body love me, I'm so fly (fly) Niggas throw the deuces er'time I ride by I know you wonder why I'm so cool (why, cool, yeah) Don't ask me, just do what you do (okay, okay) Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed to go down Number two (ayy), do the damn thing (ayy, uh-huh) Cubes on my neck, pockets full of Ben Frank's (Frank's, uh-huh) When I'm in the mall (mall), hoes just pause (pause) I pop a few tags, give me that on the wall (uh) Time to flip the work, make the block bump (bump) Boys in the hood, call me black Donald Trump (haha) Dope boy magic (yeah), seven days a week (uh-huh, seven days) Number one record 'long as Nitti on the beat (yeah) Ooh, I think they like me, better yet, I know (know) Lights, camera, action, when I walk through the door (door) Niggas know my crew (crew), we certified stars (stars) Valet in the front, 'bout 35 cars (35 cars, hop on) Bitches in the back, black Beamer coupe's (I like that) Girls liking girls (girls), time to recruit (recruit, yeah) If you got a problem, say it to my face (yeah, my face) We can knuckle up any time, any place (okay, okay) Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down Time to set it off (ayy), let these niggas know (uh-huh) Have ya ever seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors? (Yeah, uh-huh) I ride real slow (slow), no need to speed (nope) Gotta make sure you see the buckets on my feet (uh, on my feet) Feds on my trail, but they don't think I know (know) I keep my hands clean 'cause I never touch dope (touch dope) Every time I see 'em (see 'em), look 'em in they eyes (they eyes) Ask me how I know (huh), it's me, surprise (yeah) Put it in the air (yeah), rep where you stay (way) Take a step back, blow the kush in they face (face, yeah, uh-huh) Stuntin' is a habit, let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga, I ain't scared to share it (what? Hop on, hop on) Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap, it's goin' down Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down Meet me in the club, it's goin' down Anywhere ya meet me, guaranteed to go down (yeah, yeah) Yung Joc Nitti strikes again This a Nitti beat Playmaker

I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm goin in I'm goin in I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite

(I know) you know I could never love no, love no And wherever I go (I go) you know Homie, I ain't takin' no, takin' no I'm just tryna have myself a real good time Smoke a lil' loud and get a real good high Ain't nobody trippin', it's a real good vibe I love it when I get the chance to be a good guy With all this goin' on right now I'm happy to be alive and free (thank you, God) I keep God first and I try so hard But the devil keep on tryin' me You know it's all good, I'm a soldier (soldier) I promise I'ma get ya if I owe ya (owe ya) Matter fact I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm down with the Lord I'ma chill and let the good Lord show ya (yeah) I don't need ya, you ain't gotta rock wit' me (with me), one deep (one deep) I do just fine if ain't nobody rollin' wit' me (with me) in the front seat (front seat) These, these, these, these, they be trippin' I'ma snap, they gon' come up missin' I love my people, I really do If you ever kept it real wit' me I salute you (I know) you know I could never love no, love no And wherever I go (I go) you know Homie, I ain't takin' no, takin' no I'm just tryna have myself a real good time Smoke a lil' loud and get a real good high Ain't nobody trippin', it's a real good vibe I love it when I get the chance to be a good guy Uh You know I don't f- with dude And if you f- with me he don't f- with you (that's messed up) He be talkin' all that gangsta sh- But if he ever see me to face to face I bet he won't know what to do (ha, ha, ha) But I don't want no problem bro (bro) If you negative you gotta go (go) 'Cause I don't need that sh-, I done grown up Talk about me like a dog I'm like "So what?" (So what?) I got way too many blessings (blessings) I ain't got no business stressin' (stressin') A b- said this, a - said that Harris County say I can't get my bread back (damn) Usually I go off (off) Put my fist and my foot in yo' mouth (mouth) Nowadays that hatin' don't phase me I can't hear ya unless you sayin' you 'bout to pay me (ayy) (I know) you know I could never love no, love no And wherever I go (I go), you know Homie, I ain't takin' no, takin' no I'm just tryna have myself a real good time Smoke a lil' loud and get a real good high Ain't nobody trippin', it's a real good vibe I love it when I get the chance to be a good guy If you on that bull sh-, bye-bye I just wanna get f- up right now Stress-free I don't need no drama Homie, why you actin' like a baby mama? One deep is how I roll Shout out to berner roll it, cook it, let it blow (hey) Up, face down on the floor (hey, hey, hey, hey) That's the only time I'ma beat a - (hey, hey, hey, hey) (I know) you know I could never love no, love no And wherever I go (I go), you know Homie, I ain't takin' no, takin' no I'm just tryna have myself a real good time Smoke a lil' loud and get a real good high Ain't nobody trippin', it's a real good vibe I love it when I get the chance to be a good guy

Uh I'm so glad I'm not stuck in the hood life Always hating on juggle mate but he wanna be like juggle mate fado I got 20 bad bitches on speed dial And they do whatever I say when I say So And to never ever ever ever be a Nigga like you is what I pray every day For Look I ain't never ever never ever Been a online gangster that's gay bro Tough ass typing fingers and emoji Banger you be Ro watchin' every day Hoe Yeah they lookin' for ya got our hood hot Fuckin' with me ya think I'ma play No I'll set this bitch off like I'm Boosie Come on I thought you said you was gon' do me Oh you tougher than a leather pork chop Boy you must be livin' in a movie Like that bitch that say she was gon' get me killed I thought she wasn't gangster but she sued me They just mad at me 'cause I won't give them shit Refuse to let a motherfucker use me I am Mo City Texas Set up shop in Mo City Texas bet ya gotta go through me Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city They givin' out days in my city The people that don't even stay in my city Overlooking people that stay in my city That make shit happen everyday in my city Barely see 'em if I do see 'em They don't never fuck with me when they in my city Culture vultures on some Ted Bundy shit All they be doing is raping my city You think it's cool but my people starvin' And you look like a Pappadeaux plate in my city It ain't all about codeine and cars we a gangster Hope you stay safe in my city I'm takin' city back where it's 'posed to be On top of this shit like we used to Got our own culture got our own way of talkin' We don't give a fuck what you do Every time I see my people dickriding out-of-towners I be like I'm too through (Traitor) DJ's spinnin' out-of-town records Like the hometown music boo-boo (Traitor) Like if you ain't Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Slim Thug, Lil Keke, or Bow Wop They'll never play it even if it's a hit Iff y'all think that's cool then fuck all y'all Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city They say Ro ain't playin' fair he got the cheat code It been 20 years like how the fuck he still in beast mode Bitch don't give me my flowers when I'm dead Hoe you can keep those No spine havin' soft hand shakin' I told y'all they some he-hoes Doing what they see us doing and doing where they see we go Tryna kick it with a real nigga I don't need no new amigos Fake niggas can't say they real no more I took that that's been repoed If I say you dead then you dead to me I can't even hear ya when ya speak hoe Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city

Shit Z-Ro the Crooked I know y'all been waiting on this here, yeah Shit, R.I.P. Big Mello Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside Know what I'm saying All my partnas, all your dead partnas But shit, I still feel stressed Still gotta get something off my chest Why these hoe niggas be doing what they be doing? I don't know though Shit, fuck it We gon stay two deep in a fo' do' 'Slow Loud And Bangin", all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfuckin' soldier Out the streets of the Ridgemont fo' Not no bitch and say, I still ain't a hoe Lettin' niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down? I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the fo' With my fo'-fo' on my side, when I ride Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, nigga old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Horry And if I do a murder, flee the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southeast, bitch It's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knockin' out teeth Know what I'm sayin', I'll loose your grill A nigga coming down in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pullin' over at the fuckin' cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide Me and another nigga on the way to the Golden Gate A nigga like me, can't wait Just to make it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come around your corner so slow It'll be the nigga in the damn Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barring That's why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I ain't set trippin' But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucka' know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln fo' do' A fox photo, 'cause I do it in a flash Nigga, watch out, 'cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flex my bicep, then I swole on 'em Get on the motherfuckin' bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hookin' Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep goin', I keep on flowin' just like the Nile Million dolla' mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfuckin' brother R.I.P. to my motherfuckin' mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted in my motherfuckin' shoes I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's nothin', but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, like Lego Dark on a punk, just like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a fo'-peat like comets I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga, make him vomit On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make the whole I10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfuckin' Benzy Got these hoes runnin' 'round in a frenzy I be busting full clips 'til they empty A piece of potent pussy might tempt me Rain is trying to send me to the Penitentiary The main reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the fo's gon swang Still pullin' up on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont fo' 'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T but first a G-O-L-D A motherfuckin' plaque, I keep it straight and simple like that Hit a bitch from the back and I use my motherfuckin' tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the mule

B-b-b-beans and c-c-c-cornbread I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV or these streets My attitude is leave me the fuck alone I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV, or these streets I'm not a rapper, homie, I'm just a G (yeah) How the fuck can they love me If they out there in the streets, talking down, man? How they fuck can they love me If they look at my money, like it's not mine? Yeah, yeah Homie, I come from the street, live my life by the rules If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, it might be ten years due Guarantee it'll be a visit, if you fuck with my food Smile in my face and stab me in my back, that's what busters do Me, I goin' alone, what the fuck is a crew? A bunch of people, that want me to do what they want me to do I don't take orders, if anythang I'ma give them bitches You must have thought, by having my child, you guaranteed to get riches Shit, I told you last album, to go on 'head and file on me Hate me so bad, I know it hurt ya to see a smile on me Bitch I'm a boss, you trying to talk to me like I'm a trick One hundred and twenty thousand a month, I guess I am that bitch I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV or these streets My attitude is leave me the fuck alone I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV or these streets I'm not a rapper, homie, I'm just a G Trying to make it to heaven is hard as hell They gotta to get me, baby mamas, and my boys as well They say they love me, but do they love me, it's hard to tell They love his freedom, but forget him when their boy's in jail I was driving, but the shit was where the passenger ride So nowadays it ain't nobody on my passenger side Eating bullshit, wearing white and passing the time I swear it wasn't no cotton, up in that mattress of mine So used to mean mugging, I swear I gotta practice to smile But I got that Hercules hustle, you can't challenge my grind My partners had money, but got mad when I had to get mine That's why I took the time to tell 'em to kiss my ass in this rhyme They said I didn't even rap good enough, to go get a stack But now I'm headlining a long way from the opening act They wanted to burn my dreams, I still smell the smoke in the back Even if they kill me I'll come back, homie, to go and get that, that's right I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV or these streets My attitude is leave me the fuck alone I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV, or these streets I'm not a rapper, homie, I'm just a G White boy Jimmy, he the realest nigga I know It's because of him I'm walking the streets a free man, and appreciate that, bro Goddamn, I don't wanna go to prison no mo' Beside T. Ferris and bitches, don't nobody visit no mo' I'm not complaining, my nigga, just saying how it is They say it's lonely at the top, I guess that's how it is I swear I ain't seen nobody in the last 30 days Ro must have fell out, that's what them haters that can't stand me say But I ain't never been a bitch, don't know how to be a hoe Only thang I know how to do, is collect that dough If you owe me money, pay me on time Ain't said 'em 3-4-2-4, death before dishonor on mine Me be a punk? I would have to leave this world for that Matter fact, my mama could've had a girl for that I'm cool as a popsicle in the freezer in the winter times And I'm a damn fool, and I have about respect, so give me mine I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV or these streets My attitude is leave me the fuck alone I know they don't give a fuck about me I promise, I'll be happy alone Whether you see me on TV, or these streets I'm not a rapper, homie, I'm just a G

Through the hard way nigga Negative, might be Nigga Z-Ro What up dog? What's crackin', brady? It's boss hog Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king We 'bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream I place the order out in Cali' for the PT We get money while you niggas still asleep, and uh It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking OZ's Block to bleed, niggas to feed If I drop' em on twelve, comin' back 21 It's eighty sippers out the book, I move' em one by one See my hands is fast, my cook game raw I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffee mug jar And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right Move it all around 'til they cook it airtight Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D Bleeds the block 'cause I am the streets, nigga Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor I know y'all rappers can't stand The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail That I'm also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail Ain't got no time to waste 'Cause the rap game is damn near dead Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Came to raise rap from it's deathbed Every song they play on the radio is bullshit, homie Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit, homie Matter of fact you might even overdose 'Cause I've been known to cause blood clots I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch nigga I never was not I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake They don't make 'em like me no more My kind don't break under pressure It's death before dishonor, nigga So that means before a rat, like Mickey Mouse I'll be another job for the gravedigger I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gon' be in Instead of a five by six cell and a big brick home, that's what I live in Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a twenty-four hour grind Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game They hatin' 'cause when they see me I'm havin thangs Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back 24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this Is return of the rapper Slash, the hood fella Lookin' for a rap to get a groove back like Stella Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella With a baby glock, ready to rock up our fellas Hit me on the celler, ain't a damn thang change Yeah (you know me) I'm still the drank man and, uh Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor