Embed Follow  Off the heezy baby, knowI'mtalkingbout We gone do
this thang till a nigga six feet deep Baby, we gone ball till we
die on Wreckshop And all these soldiers, knowI'mtalkingbout
KnowI'msaying, Screwed Up Click Laff. Tex, everybody baby you
knowI'msaying Partner Big Shots, check it out, check it out  Now
I know by the year 1999, I'm gone shine The bumping kid gone
recline Cause I'ma grind all the way to the summer Then I'ma
backdo' with the low Pro Yokohama's And uh, bout to ball, I'ma
let the screens fall Then stuff the turkey full of sticky green
for all y'all And by this winter, this big money spender I mean
a G gone be this sold a ki to Marvin Siller See niggas I get in
it, I'm suppose to killa I'm a soldier that the feds can't get
close to nigga Bout it Bout it like ? that's for love to forgive
you Wreckshop roll with choppers and bitch I kill you Just for
fucking with scrilla that's suppose to be in my bank account
Fuck a 3 for 10 cause once again we blowing dank by the ounce
Cause it's money