Man I was raised round thugs n***a
Man its Lil Booosie the 2005 juvi in the hemi with the tooly
I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes
With a look up on my face that say homicide
Come take a ride to Baton Rouge where I′m running loose
With a gun in hand eh day, like Tupac in Juice
Got my lil n***a in the back seat with a black hood
With a doja of the back wood
Rubberband on his fingers you know my n***a stack good
Its wheel of fortune my n***a still bustin them triggas
And I might stuck lil daddy but I'll touch one of you n***as
Let me run it by my Big Boi, big curb and hemlock
Big jock and kenyock and teedo gone straight knock yo head off
South side levy dog til I′m gone with a heater for you people who gone disrespect me wrong
That iron, that iron, n***a know I got mine
N***a know that I'll blind any n***a who want my shine oh
Don't get me started
Don′t make me gt so retarded I have to shut down the party
With a 40 on my waste
You n***as gone hate
Hollerin we riding choppa, you better stack up ya K

Chorus

Yea you bout yo mind n***a? Me too, shit, me too, me too
Yea you slangin iron n***a? Me too, slangin iron, me too, me too
Yo click of n***as down to ride n***a? Me too, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yea you on yo grind n***a? Me too, grind grind grind, me too, me too
Verse 2

Back to the facts, my n***as got stacks
That shit you tryna do, we been did that
My n***a Bleak up in the street, with a 44 revolver
Hollin boy play with Hatch and I′m going straight deadly departure
I-V-Y, and thats my n***a
And we ride or die, chasing these figures
Got me fucked up with your last mate, I ain't ya fuckin classmate
You talk shit get duct tape, now look at you fuck face
I been the best, gone be the best, cause I live what I′m talking
Been hustlin fo I remember, I really be ballin
I got a 320 benz, a 45 on the hip
22 inches on a hemi, and my records they sellin
For the convicted felon I can't get ballin dvd
Wish they could see me, right now I'm 3 deep
I gotta send a CD to the pen for my n***as who got 10 feelin like they just can't win
For my n***a headbusta Headbusta, these n***as scared of us
We thug love lil daddy you could call us blood brothers
Don′t make me get that choppa for ya sista and yo mutha fuckin mamma talkin bout you bout that drama

Chorus

Yea you bout yo mind n***a? Me too, shit, me too, me too
Yea you slangin iron n***a? Me too, slangin iron, me too
Yo click of n***as down to ride n***a? Me too, we down to ride, me too, me too
Yea you on yo grind n***a? Me too, grind grind grind, me too, me too
Verse 3

Man this last one for people who be asking
How you get that shit and yaint even went platinum
I would say but the Feds in the hood today
Packin us up like its judgement day
But my thugs, don't say a thang
You run yo mouth you get knocked off thats the fuckin game
They say they watchin us man, shit, me too
You think that I ain′t been watchin you in my fuckin rearview
I would get a n***a to steal you but my city small
And if we drop one of you bitches we gone really ball
This for my n***as in the club with that liqour in them
Finna get that 4 nickle in them, that 4 nickle in them