[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
AK, phew
[Chorus]
Uh, ice light the whole room up, bling-blaow
Your man got a new Plain Jane, sit down
He can't talk shit until he get a bustdown
And if my niggas robbing him, he may get bust down
I feel like a referee every time they act foul
'Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down
Glocks bustin' out, Codeine cowboys back in town, yee-haw
[Verse 1]
Shit, huh, 'round em up, huh, tie they ass down
Pull up to they spot, bearing arms, air that bitch out
Lake 'round the corner, we could throw 'em in and they'd drown
Codeine cowboys the roughest, the toughest around
Turn the crib to a saloon, ain't no beers, it's just codeine cheers and weapons off of Doom
I reckon you watch your mouth, who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
I reckon I had enough of you, shootout, high noon
And don't forget your spur boots (Yee-haw)
Five paces North, revolver on my hip, can't wait to shoot (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
This S&W 500, it'll knock you right out your shoes
After you dead, take your ho to the ho-down, and I'm gettin' her loose (Come here)
She on the whiskey, I poured up a two of the Qualitest special, I down me a deuce (Lean-lean-lean-lean, lean-lean-lean)
[Bridge]
Uh, 'round 'em up ('Ch, let's get it), yeah, tie 'em loose (Yee-haw, yee-haw)
Yeah, 'round 'em up (Yee-haw, yee-haw), yeah, knock 'em loose (Knock 'em loose)
Yeah, your mom at my crib, I'm knockin' boots, huh, yee-haw
[Verse 2]
Uh, sorry, I'ma fuck your bitch, I ain't sorry (Uh)
I done brought your bitch to the party (Uh-huh)
I done brought my gun to the party (Let's go)
Fake tits, ass, she a barbie (Let's go)
I'ma grill a nigga, no Hibachi (Ayy-ayy)
I'ma player when I take bitches from niggas, I really feel like Apache (Uh-huh)
Every day I'ma get a play like a plug-up and I play Atari (Let's go)
I won't eat the pussy if it smell sushi, I don't really fuck with Calamari (Uh-huh)
I heard yo' nigga got shot (Huh?), well, I ain't sorry (Ha)
I was the nigga who got him (Rest in piss), now what's yo' number? (Rest in piss)
Huh, let's do it, we can do it, we can pull it, cock it back, we can shoot it
Makin' W's, a nigga ain't losin'
Fuck a bitch, you know she choosin' (Let's go)
I don't know what that bitch be doin', but I know that bitch wanna prove it
She could come in the room, take off all of her clothes, you know shorty finna lose it
I feel like Michael Jackson (Why?), so I told her to beat it, beat it (Woo, yeah)
I feel like a café or somethin', I told her to eat it, eat it (Let's go)
Shot hit him in his face twenty-two times, he defeated-feated (Let's go)
Man, these niggas cock-blockin', lookin' like Derek Jeter
Huh, man, these bitches slob-knobbin' (Woo), suckin' up me and my people (Yeah)
Man, I'm too fly up in the air, I feel like Peter Pan
AK in the closet, look like Afghani-stan
Niggas like 50 Cent, many men wishing death upon me
[Bridge]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Huh, they tryna take my life away, please (Please, please, please, please)
Many men (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
Shit, come do it (Ha)
[Verse 3]
Uh, shit, oh, oh, hell
I know it be some niggas and bitches that want me to go through some hell
They don't even gotta say it to me, I can feel it in the air (Yeah)
But I make my problems and my demons disappear, yeah
I put a AP on my wrist (Like that), put a Gucci ring on your bitch (Oh, yeah)
I hit it from the back one or two times (Let's go)
I ain't ever give that bitch a kiss (Uh-uh)
'Cause I know she be suckin' on dick (Where?)
From 5th Street to the 6th (Uh-huh), what you know about over East? (Yeah-yeah)
I think G Herb' fucked that bitch, Swerv' (Gang-gang, gang-gang)
[Chorus]
Uh, ice light the whole room up, bling-blaow
Your man got a new Plain Jane, sit down
He can't talk shit until he get a Bust down
And if my niggas robbing him, he may get bust down
I feel like a referee every time they act foul
'Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down
Glocks bustin' out, Codeine cowboys back in town, yee-haw
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