(feat. Rich Boyz)    [Hook x2: C-Los]  Rock my P. Millers comin ? in my fitted cap  Rock my P. Millers comin ? in my fitted cap  (Oh) in my fitted cap (whoa) in my fitted cap  All in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap    [Verse: C-Los]  Im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted  Guttar Boyz in it I dont think you dudes serious you's a scrimmage  You see me step out wit P. Miller rims and all the tennis (uh-huh)  In a Saints on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin  Oh, you boys playin I've been token you boys lame  And I hang around guerrillas its ziped I was thousand  Ah man I bank mines and if you yappin thats firin  I left em solder way yea the bullets them rap titan (oh)  I keep my rim low, even it can took it to the right  When I turn it to back that means C-Los is bout to fight  But I leanin to the left, cuz I sip that purple Sprite  So Imma, lay like its a Spooner come catchin Mobile Sike  Yea nigga like me, I got a plan to rival  Cuz I got a lot of platinum like placks on P walls  Oh Lord you know C-Los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap  Ride in my fitted cap, high in my fitted cap    [Hook x2: C-Los]    [Verse: Romeo]  Im some special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay)  ? on the jersey get it cap dawg master teen (you know)  20s on Cutlets 26s on the limousines  Son of a hustler I had to sell nice cream (sell what)  3.8s when Im goin on a date (ah-ha)  5.8s duckin Lil' Rome I dont want you in my face (yea)  And I feel some kinda beef I just turn it to the back  Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea)    [Verse: Young V]  Hat to the side I might be young but Im a beats wit it (oh)  Freaky like a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh)  So I can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh)  Throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh)  Im a rich boy I aint gotta steal shorty (oh)  Tell that lil rich no cops freakin chip shorty (oh)  I do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like Shaq homie  Represent Guttar Music the hood got my back homie    [Hook x2: C-Los]    [Verse: Lil' D]  Im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut  I dont dance in my fitted I just throw my hood up  Tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut  Cuz Im gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but  Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea I keep my glock wit  Beefin I pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh)  24s when I roll and my pockets full of doe  In the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap  She wanna see my grill the Guttaboy of da South  I dont gotta spit game I spit diamonds in my mouth  Yea, Im state to state I know ya boys dont hate  So I keep some that'll make ya click jigglelate  Yup, Im so T.R.U.  A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so B.L.U.  And yall boys know what we do  We the proof that keep a lil 22 the Master rims on the Coupe boy boy    [Hook x2: C-Los]