Hit Em Wit It

[Verse 1: T-Pain] Rockstar mentality I'm too real can you deal with reality Hoes running after me Cause you ain’t half the man I am So your bitch fucked half of me We go nuts like cashews And niggas hating cause the speaker's bigger than Shaq shoes We act fools, you know we pack tools We fit the description it's just a bunch of black dudes So back down, okay Ion fuck around, no way Bringing trouble to your town Man i know you hear the sound I ain’t went to sleep in 4 days Going ham is what I specialize in Bugattis is all that I ride in There's no need for that violence But if it is, I leave a nigga neck crooked like a violin [Chorus: T-Pain] Boom Leggo Leggo Somebody gon get it [?] [Verse 2: Serve] I take my shirt off and all the hoes just scream I'm called the juice man rocking all fresh squeeze Tap them on the board just beat Like what is two 10s compared to four 15s Jewelry all black, arm is canary Ring finger blinging like I'm getting married Blick full of trucks, arm full of carrots Got my shit on like tom dick and harry When I hit the club you know they gon grill So my man shot something that i know they gon feel Swagged out is nothing, i know that im gon drill Cause my bank roll is like wacovia on wheels Wanna get down on a flat, tire blown I have a mouth like a dragon, fire blown And thats a wrap for you lames, gyro Im going out like a bang, pyro [Outro: Serve] Who's that? Who's that? Who's that? Come on