(feat. J Hood)

Ayo Devine drop that daddy


[x2]
ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy

uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy

[Sheek Louch]

Ayo the moral of the story is
we all can't be gloriest
some of us still on our grind (our grind)

Thats why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine
Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man is back

But ^!$$%z still don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me postin on the block, see these (*##$es on my @@#!
Seein you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up

I ain't $#&@in wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me
you can eat from my dutch, I'mma $#&@ 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the blue red dully

Half crip half blood ^!$$% west side
But you can catch me in New York on stage on the block
or even visitin my ^!$$%z in the cage (lets ride)

Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, packin a .2, ok ^!$$%

[Chorus: x2]

Me and my ^!$$%z on our New York %#@!
Me and my ^!$$%z on our West Coast %#@!
Me and my ^!$$%z on our down South %#@!

Yes, Midwest, Bay area

[J Hood]

Lets go, uh
When ^!$$%z see me in the street they be like there go double O again
He got the .357 set and he 'bout to let it go again

Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again
Your mans in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him
Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll ^!$$%z bang

Hit a ^!$$% in his head make 'em come about this chain
Homey I'm the best at this %#@!
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this %#@!

That ^!$$%z perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks
We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick
And you can show if it ain't no purp-b

Our buns be color of pookey lips when they gave 'em that turkey
Been a long time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue

Caught away seats in the gray CL
Wit so many weight in the trunk
If you don't chop it the brick scale, ^!$$%!


[Chorus: x2]


[Sheek Louch]
Ayo me and my young boy
Remind me of my self in early days sort of like a young hoy

Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix
Blue water two (*##$es and peep a toy
But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler

And the cooler got no bait for lunch meat
You done $#&@ see the morgue
You ain't $#&@in wit me dawg

Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your fawg

[J Hood]

Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G
But I'm 'bout to east coast back where it 'pose to be
D-Block got the streets in a zip lock

And we bustin off 'em hammers
Like we don't give a $#&@ 'bout hip-hop
So who wanna get popped, just give me the word

It won't be occasion when I hit his $$# wit this bird
Leave his $$# on the curve
So you can put that yach on 'em

I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em

[Chorus: x2]