Me Vs. State lyrics

[Intro]
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse]
Cadillac, slidin'
Hop out McLaren and go slide through
10 Racks on yo' head, and they do what they do
We can get active, boy, I'm living proof
She suckin' di*k like honey, like Winnie-the-Pooh
I was locked up on 5th floor, Trick had knocked that boy too
Hop out the Benz, shoot out the roof
Knew he was green, knew he was new
Stuck on this nine like a tattoo
Huh, I knew that you wasn't finna shoot
Kick her out, give her the boot
This that smooth sh*t
I'ma play cool for a little bit
I done flew to Florida, my cousin a jit
All of my cars put them on my list
Teach you the way, I can give you some tips
Hop out of the window with stick, blick, big zip, shoot out the nic'
Put 'em on the TV like "Everybody Hate's Chris"
Catch 'em, he runnin', c'mere
Babywhoa catch 'em, we beat 'em sincerely
I was just playin', why the f*ck you so serious?
That's not my brother, that sh*t brought me tears
If y'all finna kick that hoe out, I'ma play it by ear
Catch 'em like roadkill, he get hit like a deer
I bust with the drum, you know I can't steer
Stop all that di*kridin', stop all that cheerin'
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna pop out
I'm tryna catch one
Two at the side of my face, I ain't goin' for nun'
.50 round drum on the bottom of the stick, It look like Tommy Gun
They snatch his Jersey, he not the real one
Wanna be mobb?, he gotta go kill some'
Mids, they all filled up
This that money flowin'
Used to pop out this hoe whorin', you know it
Pass me the wock, and you know I'm gon' pour it
Kicked the hoe out, 'cause she makin' me bored
Flip him, he play with the mobb, man you know I'm on board
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Free Sumo we was posted at the corner store
Yeah, suicide doors, I never seen this before
f*cked yo' b*tch I ain' know it was yo' hoe
Trendy as f*ck, man they wan' steal my flow
Talm' 'bout wake up, man, I'm already woke
Shut the f*ck up, you ain' uppin' the score
We havin' money, I pay for her toes
Im spendin' more than a 10 on clothes
You know I'm the one, you know I'm gon' go
I think she bad as f*ck
She gotta go, she keep doin' too much
Gotta stop when I pull my stick out the truck
Beat that boy ass and I jump off the bunk
Well man, I guess I ran out of luck
I started shootin', n*gga duck
Who is your head?, n*gga I can get it touched
BL slidin' through they bag back
Playin' with them racks
Yeah, I go so crazy
Glokk flip sh*t, acrobat
Hah, you can't get that back
Slidin', hm, slidin', He can't get that back
f*ck that bih' tats on my back
[Verse 3]
Hm, Should I go Hellcat or Trackhawk
The chain need some money, we'll run in yo' mailbox
Tryna get up they gon' run in yo' spot
n*gga stop duckin' when n*gga hear that Glock
These real diamonds, these real rocks
These n*ggas can't hang, these n*ggas soft
Come get some money, n*gga, I got the sauce
Back in the day, I used to shop at Ross
Yeah, back in the day, uppin' that stick right to his face
I was just trippin', I'm back in that mode, we right where he lay
Free Flame, he shoot like 2k
Huh, she get what she want, she eatin' that JJ
I'm rich as f*ck, eatin' exotic filet
I keep the blick like I'm stabbin' the steak
I'm by myself, it was Me vs. State
You gotta leave b*tch where the Wraith
di*k on the Glock, feel like he got raped
20 hunnid shots I bet hit his face