[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Trill Entertainment, n***a

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up, pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up, pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff

[Verse 1: Ron Ron]
From peddling my package on the side of the street (Eight balls)
Riding with heat (Bang)
While everybody asleep (Snoozin')
Thinking this rap life is out of my reach
Until I got on my feet
Just tryna body a beat
So listen
These creeps (These creeps)
Are so typical (Oh)
Look at him hating on me (Sucker)
So pitiful (Yeah)
Kiss and a hug for all these digital thugs
Boy, I'm a criminal (Criminal)
Yeah, and you invisible cuz
It's probably the reason I ain't feeling these jerks
And plus my hands numb 'cause I still keep work (Whipping)
Pulling the string in an industry full of puppets
Sitting chunky, gonna keep your little ducats? (Ka-ching)
[Bridge: Ron Ron]
News flash, I'm so on (Yeah)
165, 429 inch chromes (What)
Riding the base (Uhuh)
I'm not in a race (No)
While other guys'll try to lie to your face
Man, I just wanna rap, bruh

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up (I just wanna rap), pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up, pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff

[Verse 2: Ron Ron]
What up? (What up?) What up? (What up?)
What up? (What up?)
I put my story on the beat
And I guess that wasn't enough (Eh)
So what up? (What up?) What up? (What up?)
What up? ('Sup?)
I left it too raw (Raw)
Once I let it thaw
So it's back to the freezer
With a two liter of Sprite (Brr)
Illusions of illuminatis, new leaders of Christ (What?)
Sike, play too much
This internet thing got intense
But it's never as scary as the cement on this blacktop (Blacktop)
Blacktop (Asphalt), street court (Yeah)
Ammunition, you get to trippin', keep your feet short
Watch, careful, watch yo step
For suckers headed right (What?), I'ma go left (Okay)
Imma flow west (West)
I let 'em hit east (East)
Give them fellas a lesson a professor can't teach (Never)
The sreets are the streets
From the streets to the wax
I'm leaving them seperated
And just leaving it at that
Man, I just wanna rap, bruh
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up, pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff
My n***as, they gon' ride for me
And die for me
Catch a bullet if you fly for me
We all thuggin'
Put your hood up, pu-pu-pu-punish them lil' bitches
And bob your head if you smoking on that good stuff