fabolous strive for digits
niggas can't tell me nothin' dun
i walk around covered in ice like i survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at clubs
get my guns and knives admitted
i'm the type that get tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it
pull the four-five and spit it
got nigga runnin' to the precinct and describe who did it
find the necks on their wives are slitted
i got niggas on my side committed
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain inside your fitted
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than ibm
fuck with me you'll make the news at five pm. motherfucker
if ya'll see me gettin' locked
if ya'll see chrome on the truck
if i'm givin' somethin' to haters
if it's one thing it's gotta be
if my earlobes is hangin'
if the bitch on her knees
if it's one thing it's gotta be
niggas don't wanna play around
they see how calm i do things
glance at the charm and new chain
i got coke in every part of brooknam that you name
when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they moms to ukraine
get adt alarms and new names
who else come in the club
under each arm is two dames
niggas hate me now 'cuz i catch the eyes of dymes
with tre's the size of dimes
rims pokin' off the wheels
tryin' to get broken off with mils
shove the gun in your mouth
have you chokin' off the steel
but the bitches open off the grill. i'm ready to address the haters
ride up on ya'll like escalators
leave ya'll hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies'll do anything
'cuz we skate around on ice like escapaders
in peace i'm restin' traitors
niggas know i'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that i'm hidin' the pie in
ya'll accounts is on slim fast
with twenty's on a m-class
it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out
make ya'll run to the stores
'bout to put cameras in the truck