[Hook: Ill-Noize]
I'm down for my motherf*ckas
Talkin' sh*t, Ima roundhouse you mothaf*ckas
Close-line, then elbow drop down on you mothaf*ckas
You pussies think it's funny? Ima clown on you mothaf*ckas
3 b*tches in the 2-door, smokin' on the backwoods, crusin' down Lake Shore
Hit the party 'round 10, don't leave til 4
Then it's back to the crib to turn up some more!
[Verse 1: Ill-Noize]
This my hatin joint, just like Schoolboy
Light another joint, then I hit em with that ill-noize
You pouring all your change into the fountain of youth
I'm pouring out my bank just to wish a b*tch would, bark!
So start off on me mothaf*cka
Here them shots pop off on you mothaf*cka
Target locked, headshot, on you mothaf*cka
If you step up in my city with that hard talk mothaf*cka
Rollin thru these streets with the maestros
All about the come up in my city like D Rose
When you talk your sh*t, you talk about the past
I couldn't care less, I've moved on from that
Your bullsh*t don't phase me, I'm gettin it fast
Stackin all this cash, while you sit on your ass
You sound so uptight, like there's a stick up your ass
& when we see you in the streets, we gon' stick-up your ass!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ill-Noize]
Stop playin' like I pressed pause
I'll kill you with my bare hands, no paws
$50 dollar drawers to hold my balls
b*tch, I am in effect, no cause, cut your loss
Bang! On these b*tches like bass
Stay the f*ck out my face, because you're just another rat in the race, still stuck in a maze
Looking for the cheese, like
Cash Rules Everything Around Me!
I'm colder than Lake Michigan frozen over
Honest as*h*le, & I'm rarely sober
Red Rover, Red Rover, we swaggin' over here
Send your baddest hoe over!
The New American Dream to live Tax Free!
No Bank Accounts, I got pounds of weed
& a money clip, told your honey, "dip,"
I ain't even want the b*tch
Stuntin' for the f*ck of it!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: G]
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