[Intro: Stat Quo]
Yeah
It's your [?] Stat Quo, representing that A-Town, you understand me?
[?]
I got my n***a Bun B with me, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
[?] on the track

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
[?] n***as from [?] tryna move on my terf
Dropping dimes to the feds, [?] work
I got some n***as that bang for me, toat thangs for me
[?] blow [?] chop caine with me
Put the birds on the strip, [?]
Got [?] pack [?] trip
Hopped in the van, with my eyes on a caper
Ain't no hesitation, [?] for the white and the [?]
[?] drama, we handle it
[?]
[?] Imma hit you with an AK [?]
Got my game as a youth, [?] hustle [?]
Put that barol [?], [?]
Outa town n***as thinking it's sweet in Atlanta
Till them big choppers come out and snap like cameras
Shawty, we ain't [?], we got brand new hammers
Rеady for combat, [?]
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chromе
A pack of trill n***as, that run up in your home
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a

[Verse 2: Bun B]
[?] up in the hood on full grind
Full time, ready to give a n***a the full 9
Got my n***as that's down with me, [?] run the town with me
[?] pussy n***a [?] with me
[?] blazed up, we loaded the K's up
It's that Underground King, with middle fingers raised up
I ain't [?] your bitch ass, got my gun [?]
See your pistols must be punished, they won't come out and play
Staying in the crib won't stop [?] setting [?] off
[?] kick off
[?] don't stop me
That safe gon' open, or somebody getting [?]
Guaranty that when I put in work, it won't be sloppy
[?] somebody killed your ass, n***a, just not me
Head back to the headquarters, and chop up the [?]
It's how we do it down in the dirty south, bitch, you ain't know
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome
A pack of trill n***as, that run up in your home
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
I'm a [?]
[?] Slim Thug [?] with me
NBA with Bun B, Imma ride for Pimp C
[?] is an army, better yet a navy
Aftermath [?] things tend to get Shady
So I wait for him, ready with that loaded 380
I'll murder any fucker [?] my space
[?] holes in his face

[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome
A pack of trill n***as, that run up in your home
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a
You ain't know, n***a