[Dialogue]
[Lexus]
Don't you see me on a hustle?
[Djay]
Where you at?
[Lexus]
On my shift, I was on my third dance
Nigga what you think, I can just run up in here and snap my fingers
And make these motherfuckers throw they money at me?
[Djay]
Aye bitch, watch your mouth
[Lexus]
Nigga I ain't even made pay out yet
Whoop that trick (16x)
I'mma make these sucka's recognize I ain't playin' ho
If you violate off the top, trick you gotta go
I done held in a lot of shit and I'm 'bout to flip
Now I think it's time to show you bitches who you fuckin' with
Djay that's the name, and I came to bring the pain
Ana on my chest got me bustin' at you lemon lames
You ain't know, you fuckin' with a street nigga
From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
Born and raised in the "M", Memphis Tennessee
Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me
This only the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's been a long time, and you got hell to pay
Ain't no love ho, just bring it the door
I'm bar none let my nuts hang to the floor
So if you want some, this is your death wish
Better come correct cause I came to break you off trick
Whoop that trick (16x)
You think I won't beat that trick, whoop that trick
Got me acting buck and shit
Hoes telling me to calm down but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm already on that Hypnotiq and that Grey Goose
A couple shots of Hen' that just gave me another boost
I'm feeling electrified, you can see it in my eyes
Shirt soaking wet looking like I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor store
But crunk like some sanctified folks catchin' the Holy Ghost
I don't think you understand, this one right here might get banned
Setting off a riot like we living in Afghanistan
But this the dirty dirty, and that's the way it go
Security be the main ones acting like some hoes
But you done fucked up, you better call the the law
I'mma break this Moet bottle cross your fucking jaw
And that's for anyone that ever disrespected D
Watch your back boy, cause you 'bout to get your ass beat
Whoop that trick (16x)
I came to bust a nigga head, leave him bloody red
Fighting for his life as they rush him to the Med
This what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jacking got your ass in a bunch of shit
This that Memphis drama boy you know we came to get buck
I thought you came deep, nigga where your backup
Your clique they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches
That bottle cross your head got you leaking losing focus
See, this is what we mean when we shut down the club
Niggas started gangsta walking and we tear the bitch up
We some straight hood niggas from the ghetto and the projects
Duck the police cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what's next bitch, guard your grill
If they play this in the club you get your ass beat for real
My advice would be to chill, M-Town niggas sick
Get caught without a warning and get your ass whooped quick bitch
Whoop that trick (7x)
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
