[Intro: Webbie ]
(For sho')
Trill E.N.T young savage
I'm a motherfucking fool
Check me out

[Chorus:]
N***a my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got it straight, lil boo
And wit them lips, she get low
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse 1: Webbie]
N***a yous a hoe
N***a I'm showroom floor, lambo door
24, bad bitch pro
Purple weed, smoke pure white dope, type of n***a u ain't never seen before
She's so G code, deep throat, beast mode
Man a n***a wrist froze & it ain't even much cold
Sittin low, another ticket it'll be all a n***a need
One of dem bitches pull me over and fuck up all a n***a weed
I got all the lil freaks, callin all a n***a thiefs
Tellin lies to em whatever that it takes to get me
I be blockin beating blingin phone ringin off the leash
Kids run and try to see me haters stuntin tryna be me
I fuck em til they sleepy... I duck em soon I leave em
Don't trust em, I don't need em... I know u see me eatin
I made ya'll belivers, I bet now ya'll believe me
I wear the trill chain round a hoe just to tease her
[Chorus:]
N***a my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got it straight, lil boo
And wit them lips, she get low
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
I'm Nitro, whip full of geico
07 Kawasaki green motorcycle
When I was locked up I was goddamn iso
Fuck you bitch I'm bad like Michael
Slugs knock the meat up out yo ass like lipo
10 grand get a n***a killed with a rifle
My penthouse taller than the goddamn Eiffel
I rap for the money but I'm used to selling white coke
Ralph Lauren, white low strategize typo
Ask Jim Carrey ... I'm a dog like milo
Might go ... overseas wet vet mob
I'm swimming in Aruba with the hammerhead sharks
When I whip out the benz the phantom get parked
Tote brown linen... prolly getting shot
Now you the type a n***a prolly getting
This a ole school boy... 87 sharp (dro)

[Chorus:]
N***a my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got it straight, lil boo
And wit them lips, she get low
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Man I'm so iced out (iced out)...
And running ya mouth about a G will get you so lights out
I fuck ya hoe lights out, all on the floor at the house
But I don't go to the house cause I don't trust her at all
I had to hustle to ball... now I just thug it and ball
And they done went for my chain... and I done went for they brain
Got pistols hotter than pain
My diamonds shine in the paint
Flip-flop change colors like some fools in the game
My hoes can fill up a bus, my n***as pull up in trucks
Man I'm a nation wide artist... you still local as fuck
Do I sound focused or what? man just check out the cuts
I'm feeling go head and retire I just made 21
And the doubters can keep doubting
The pouters can keep pouting
Bad bitches keep shouting
Jail n***as just hold it down
Cause it ain't gone be long
Just keep on being strong
Take a picture of my mothafuckin arms

[Chorus:]
N***a my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got it straight, lil boo
And wit them lips, she get low
Yeah I know, I know, I know, I know