[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at?
It's the Jackson
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I bounce out of that wide-turn Delorean
Iceberg historian
Remember copping five boroughs of porcelain
Playin' with that fire get you burned
Rope 'em up for them scorpions
Shot off his sideburns after they tortured him
For every action there's a reaction and ain't no catching me lackin'
That's why we had to bulletproof the G-Wagon
You know that shit was played with, nigga if we ain't cats
We talkin' all them biggies, he ain't ever seen the green dragon
Can't feel my pain, I got some deep gashes
To all my young niggas getting paid, nigga keep stashing
Just keep racking up them Benjamin Bannekers
Talkin' sex, money, murder in the sprinter with Danika
I'm a 227, drug zone legend
Anything a nigga get my hands on I can sell it, I know
These niggas tellin' that my flicks is all felons
Welcome home, [?] let's run this shit up to the ceiling, big bag
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Skip past, shout it out to the hills
Six flags, out of town with a pouch full of shhh
Out the way with the drank, really out in the field
Know some niggas still paying four thousand a seal
Tell 'em prices went up, he thought he found him a steal
Might just let his bitch come and help me count up the skrill
Black and white, [?] look like a koala on wheels
Hundred and one dalmation bricks, hit that Cruella de Vil
[Verse 2: DRG Lock, DRG Lock & Sade]
Never the skill, was questioned I been shovellin' real
Plowin' my way to the exit, I ain't hustling still
But still hustle and feel, it's just my customers frill
Dusting off my trusty steel 'case I bust it and kill
Fourty something still a virgin if discussing a squeal
[?] chicken dumplings plus I'm clutching the wheel
Me and Boldy we still, vacuum suction the seal
Ate lunch and made a plan to get a bunch of the skrill
A hunch is as real, heads swivel, duckin' the till
I hear the click when niggas dumping, then I shivered and peel
I got a different appeal, ain't get shit on the pill
Had to sit and look at flicks from this bitch from Brazil
No touchin' or feel, for real, shit was different but still
Time got a way of letting all this shit get revealed
No lines or pills, I really just be sippin' for real
Type to kill a couple times, thinking in my mind
Is it a crime
To chase the bag by any means when it's this many fiends
Cuttin' up and sewing dope shit, it's in the seams
It's been a dream to reality bit
My salary shift, perspective not no gallery, bitch
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Big bag, skip past, shout it out to the hills
Six flags, out of town with a pouch full of shhh
Out the way with the drank, really out in the field
Know some niggas still paying four thousand a seal
Tell 'em prices went up, he thought he found him a steal
Might just let his bitch come and help me count up the skrill
Black and white, [?] look like a koala on wheels
Hundred and one dalmation bricks, hit that Cruella de Vil
Big bag