(feat. Tity Boi, Dolla Boy)

[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]

Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like me
Never shoulda been let out, the elementary
(Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say)

(That I'm the hardest ^!$$%, from around my way)
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we
Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I would like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way


[Verse 1 - Tity Boi]
Ay, yo, since I was a youth, I pump weed out
And I been had cash money, before we bought

Wit expectations, and Fed time facing
When I was hanging wit this kid named Jason, wit an accent from Jamaica
My only concern was digits and consumers

'Cause we had this little city, down in Alabama booming
So we just do it, get it like Nike
And even wit this wife beater on, I still got something up my sleeve

It sound so odd, talking bout these guns
'Cause I got a, 3-5-7, 9, and a Mac ele-ven
Get drip, tip-toeing, bout a minute

Doing six with the clip showing, ^!$$% where ya click going
They spreading out, like buck shots
And ain't nobody dying, still alive around here, but Pac

Now we know this story go, so don't worry
Excuse me your Honor, but could ya holla at my ^!$$% for me


[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we
Never shoulda been let out, the elementary

Tity Boi, and I would like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we

Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary
(Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say)
(That I'm the hardest ^!$$%, from around my way)


[Verse 2 - Dolla Boy]
Well I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore

You may have a lot of game, but I got much more
In that all blue Coupe, parked and run and shoot
Or late nights, throwing rice, shooting dice wit troops

And that diamond in the back, sun roof top
I'm hanging out that (*##$, bout to shut down the block
Mmm-mmm-mmm, AK music

Bomb $$# track, we put the detonator to it
^!$$% get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him
Street corps. ^!$$%, tell his fam'that we sued him

Used to work track, 1,5, on the ruler
But now I'm dropping off, like I'm down wit the Cubans
Straight 8-Grad, in them hard knocks schooling

Intern work, year-round, brick moving
Get to this money, %#@! real in this music
So get it how you want it, lame ^!$$% don't confuse me


[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary
(Playa's Circle, and I would like to say)
(That we the hardest dropping, from around our way)

Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we
Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary
(Yeah, Southside, about the homies)

[PC %#@!, Dolla Boy, Playa's Circle]

[Verse 3 - Dolla Boy]

^!$$% wanna know, how Dolla does it
The bag way or gram, I need all of my cousins
Lame ^!$$% flexing bout the work, when it wasn't

Didn't think a ^!$$% call the cop, wit a oven
Got enough heat, to cook the hams and the stuffing
Take 22's, knock the berries out ya muffin

Mama said a son, was 6 short from a dozen
Messy to my pills, man get to this money

[Tity Boi]
A 100 miles and running, and ain't no stopping us

My community service, is picking paper up
If the drought end, it's Glocks and mad men
Tech's are blasting, mixed wit mags and Mac 10's
I played in play pens, and stayed in the state pens
Don't think I ain't bigger, because my weight thinner

On 22's is how I carry myself
I'm like, ohh, I might marry myself, yup

[Chorus - Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we

Never shoulda been let out, the elementary
... ^!$$%s when you see 'em shorty
Southside, know what I'm mean (Southside)
Here's a little story, bout some ^!$$%s like we
Never shoulda been let out, the penitentiary

... (Out the %#@!) On the dro
That's how we gon' do it shorty

[Dolla Boy talking w/ Tity Boi ad-libing]
Off the real, out the gate ^!$$%
However, in any type of weather