(feat. Billy Bad $$#)

[Hook x2]

Copper platinum, silver and gold
Even with lint in my pockets, I'm still gon hold
Sitting swoll down South, diamonds in our mouth

We gotta put it in your face, just to show you what we bout

[Mr. 3-2]

Platinum tongue, platinum game platinum speaking
Pimping the streets, over these beats I'm freaking
Thugged out Iceberg, Gucci and coochie

Strapped up at all times, I can't let these ^!$$%z do me
Taking this gangsta %#@! truly, keeping it playa
Governor of this rap game, the Boss Man with long hair

Sitting in a Versacci chair, calling shots
Street Game CEO, my pockets is addicted to knots
We bleed blocks and bust shots, and ride down on ya

From Texas to NYC, all the way back to California
You's a goner I got to get ya, straight like that
Squash the chat, erasing your feature off the map

What's the hap's on my feddy, cause I'm coming to get it
Can't mention this %#@! cold, but I'm leader ridiculous
I'm wicked and stay true, to who loyal to me

Copper platinum silver and gold, representing royalty

[Hook x2]


[Billy Bad $$#]
For the love of this game doing the thang, loving this game

Who's to blame, (*##$ read the chain
Invisible set princess cut, spell my name
$#&@ you know (*##$, ain't no need to explain

I keep a thing for aim, flip a V-12 with bang
4.6 range, riding the South with terrain
Strapped like Jesse James, the real gon feel my pain

Check my veins, and if I knock down the drugs
Check my block, and if I knock down a thug
Check my glock, it'll be eleven and one slug

With ^!$$%z with mean mugs, thinking they seen slugs
But I was leveled and seen, with ^!$$%z dicks in the mud


[Hook x2]

[Billy Bad $$#]

Copper, platinum, silver and gold
Pimps, killers, dealers and hoes
Is all I know, riding close and slow from massive cold

Got licks where I whip's, 36 to 84
A Street Game contract, like big Shaq %#@!
And the Governor got my back, for you ^!$$%z with that jack %#@!

You don't know, you better ask
Cause Billy Bad $$#, will get you a toe tag (*##$


[Mr. 3-2]
Sitting swoll I'm cold, in this street game I play
Me and Billy Bad $$#, ready to put work in cause it pays

Punk watch what ya see, about royalty
Cause you don't wanna cross that line, in your L-I-F-E
G-O-V, represent the almighty dolla

Fake ^!$$%z speak like hoes, but real ^!$$%z holla
Holla-holla, if you ain't talking bout nothing
(*##$ you better move around, get out my face and stack some'ing

Quit fronting like you the man, cause I'm knowing you's a runner
I'm a 3rd Coast Boss, with my lil' bro right up under ya
Hitting these streets like thunder, in a Benz on cutters

Mean mugging for the world, ready to kill a mother$#&@er

[talking]

Ha hoe ^!$$%z we fa sho ^!$$%z, kick do' ^!$$%
Smoke dro, $#&@ your hoe fa sho ^!$$%
Running these broads (*##$, royalty is money (*##$

Know I'm tal'n bout