Military
Say, Jay
What up, Razack?
Man, these niggas think they seeing us, man
Man, them haters out there
Ayy, you see I still got my chain on, right?
Man, I heard them boys tried to jump you, fool
Yeah, man, they tried to jump me, you feel me?
Yeah, that was real fake though, you know what I′m talkin' about?
Man, these boys don′t understand, man
This Color Changin' Clic thing, boy
That's alright, we gon′ make them feel it, baby, ′05 until infinity
Ayy, they do what they can, you know what I'm sayin′?
Already
Let's go
No, them niggas can′t see us
When we slidin' out the cut and we ridin′ on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin' out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin′ money is a must
No, them niggas can′t see us
When we slidin' out the cut and we ridin′ on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin′ out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin' money is a must
No, them niggas can′t see us when we ridin'
On buck (Yeah, yeah, it's Razack, boy)
Switch the peanut butter good and the screens up in the front
I′m ridin′ behind tint with yellows inside it
My piece got white diamonds with yellows inside it
My trunk is divided, you see what the lights say?
Razack is the throwdest nigga that's ridin′ the highway
I'm grippin′ the light K, you playin', I might spray
You layin′ like tight ways, you posted up sideways
I'm sittin' on twenty-threes, I′m rollin′ on white Js
Switch my rims like my shoes, only wear 'em for five days
That′s Monday through Friday, get money and buy blades
You dummies get ten dollars and get
About five braids (Broke-ass nigga)
I'm sittin′ on peanut butter, I'm ridin′ the cleanest cutters
I made it up out the hood, but trust me, I seen the gutter
Look at the chain, nigga, trust me, you seen it covered
With diamond up after diamond, they touchin' up on each other
Yeah, I got a bunch of yellows, they touchin' up on each other
Knock ′em down with a rubber, you make ′em your baby mother
Man, these niggas tried to jump me
Got me laughin', they couldn′t scuff up
Nigga up when they tussle, them boys is a bunch of suckers
Them niggas, they tried to crush us, I strategize, you fantasize
You and them guys is tellin' lies, what′s your alibi?
Niggas never satisfied, so instead they have to lie
If you a real trill nigga, you don't even have to try
It don′t matter, my slab and I, rollin' solo when we passin' by
Gettin′ dough and you know it′s stackin' high
Niggas say they jackin′ my chain, you know that that's a lie
Catch me in that black on black Impala with the back on rise, nigga
No, them niggas can′t see us
When we slidin' out the cut and we ridin′ on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin' out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin′ money is a must
No, them niggas can′t see us
When we slidin' out the cut and we ridin′ on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin′ out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin' money is a must
You can′t see me with a microscope, I'm out of your vision
You can be a mile or so and still spot when I'm glistenin′
Candy on my dough, my flow and all inside my transmission
All my ladies know I′m a ho, but still hug me and kiss me (Yeah)
My whip give 'em whip appeal, my grip give ′em grip to feel
But that's when I′m cappin', hell no, I won′t give a lil'
Talk to my steel, tell my gun be still and chill
But it keep talkin' back, like, "Hey, listen here, let me kill"
Fifty-fifty, give ′em fever, mane, I′m hotter than average
Underground like cotton and cabbage, when I sprout, now you have it
I ain't even in my prime, you niggas oughta be happy
On the real, I′m a lil' bit too raw to be rappin′
You can call me a artist 'cause I′m drawin' attention (Get it?)
Or just call me your highness, standin' bald when I enter
You ain′t ′bout what I'm ′bout, you ain't ′bout it, my nigga
Got a million-dollar mug, I can frown and see figures
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin′ out the cut and we ridin' on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin′ out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin′ money is a must
No, them niggas can't see us
When we slidin′ out the cut and we ridin' on buck
Behind tint up in the truck
No, them niggas can′t see us
When we slidin' out the cut
Channel sets and princess cuts, makin′ money is a must
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Byron O. Thomas, Bryan Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
