Move 'em in, move 'em out   Trapped in shoot it out   Bone a whore   Corner store   Want it raw   On the floor   Tie 'em up, lie 'em down   Fuck yall niggas crying now   Killer Cam   Side town   Fuck yall niggas ridin' round   Creep wit da toast   Keep it close   Never know when you'll see da gross   From my yaht you'll see coast   From my block you'll see toast   Love da way I grab dat cash   Now I laugh   You love the way I smack dat ass   Backflash   You'll sniff foul powder    Over clam chowder   Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa   While we listenin' to wild salsa   La la bomba   Come through in the Hummer   La la bomba   Face down ass up   That's the way we like to fuck   After that pucker up   Babygirl we like to suck   Sucker what   Never duck   That's not what my hoods about   Hood without a doubt   So bitch put it in your mouth      [Chorus]   Where da fuck you at   Bust your gat   Where da fuck you at   Do yall niggas sell crack   Where da fuck you at   Got a fat stack   Where da fuck you at   Huh, ain't a damn thing funny   Why? Bitch betta have my money   Where da fuck you at      Aiyo   I spit spit flow flow   Get get doe doe   Switch switch yo yo   Sick sick fo-four   Swing swing click click   Drug game big brick   Swing swing big dick   Pretty thing thick chick   cock cock nice nice   shot shot twice twice   Now I gotta slice slice   Rock rock ice ice   Drick drink Old Gold   Bitches wanna Volvo   Woo shit was wo wo   Now we got dat cocoa   Tram tram palm palm   Chicks call it swanton   Of course we all suit   And we all cute   Yo Queet call Kose   Bitch over here frotin'   Yo I want they're jaw loose   We got more troops   Get you hauled off juice   Stop frontin' yo   You ain't sawed off proof   Whips whips cost cost   Six six floss floss   Big big boss boss   Get get lost lost      [Chorus]      Aiyo I need da type of girl   That's in love wit her cash   Get knocked together    Look at each other and laugh   Get a key    She like cut it in half    Get a in beef   She like da fuck is my bag   Take cover and laugh   Real prestiges   Walk around wit da mack dies   Smack Diez   Cause he said "Dame la chocha"   Bitch caught him in da Rover   Scared 'em aired 'em   Kiete la voka   Goin' to da gun range    Her hobby is rape   Girls lookin' at her jewels    Like they gotta be fake   Plus a brand new jeep   Leather brand new seats   Wit da dishes real deep   Nah, Cam too cheap   Yall can't flow wit dat   Bang it out throw it back   Ain't no here we go wit dat   Grabbin' on here lower back   Lookin' at me like she can take the shit   Uh uh uh    Now take that bitch      [Chorus]