This is a dedication motherfucker   This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards      Nigga we bussin and bussin   To the banga bus   No we don't run for the olympics   But the flame's with us   I got that 'tussin   That scummy and the angel dust   So pick you high I will supply   And correct changes, what's up   We bring the bus in   We bussin, like this thang's for us   You niggas is sleeveless man   You can't hang with us   I got a bitch who speaks spanglish   She keep her bangels danglin'   In the cocaine thats right up her anus   Old Wayne is right up in the spot   Like he's supposed to   B got hova at the game   And now he coachin'   Me but I been the champion   Happy as I ever been   Lampin' in the Hamptons like   What the fuck is a hammock?   The chef up in the kitchen like   What the fuck is a sandwich?   I'm like we need to find middle ground   We need balance   Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage   I'm outstandin' like standin' outside   Up in the twister and walkin'   Not damaged   Standin' outside up in the blizzard   And walkin' hot handed   Servin' nickle bags in Iraq   Bet I will not panic   Swerve the nickle black if I wreck   Bet I will not panic   Cop another one the next day   And drive it crazier   The seat to be lazier   Shit or beat Gravy uh   Need a serifine of my girls   So then I baby her   Waving her at two crazy   Fugazez I'm too brazy   Three brazies deep   We got 380's and P80's   Nice 9's, M10's   M1's and 12 Gauges   Shell casings   Money put up for jail cases   Bail making   My momma say   Tuck your chain son   They'll take it   I hit up with one of them still faces   Like, I'll be dowm mama   They know who I am mama   I'm still your little boy   But to them I'm the man mama   Fuck with your boy man   Hollygrove the hood nigga   Throw it in your face   'Till you get that understood