turner field (stadiums)

too many real ones locked up

i want them niggas to hear this from stadium to stadium

free major grams

free shell

free poochie

gangsta grillz

free pookie-pook

free my nigga kenny

free 20 dog and free maro

free the whole edison gang

free my nigga q money

look

two cups of promethazine got me faded

big boss worth a couple mill

bitch

i made it

uh

super bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium

yeah

i remember we used to hustle by the stadium

bendin' blocks and runnin' from the cops

yeah

uh

i remember ridin' in hotboxes

yeah

uh

ay

we were somewhere tryna pop and lock

we spot it out then we gon' pop the top

made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy

i can't fuck with none of you lil' suckas

you niggas lollipops

and we good at poppin' glocks

my lil' brother jay caught a body

he don't know how to stop

i'm trappin'

bitch

i might run off

uh

we be in the 'partment

uh

we got hard and soft

huh

used to pull out

get a ten

come back and break you off

now my leather real soft

now i'm prolly at weezy house

i put vvs in my mouth

my potna cold clean you out

yeah

we made it this far

nigga

we stars

plus i hold the chopper like i hold a guitar

now i pull strings like a guitar

that lean got me throwed off

bg just like o-dogg

look

two cups of promethazine got me faded

big boss

worth a couple mill

bitch

i made it

uh

super bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium

yeah

i remember we used to hustle by the stadium

look

two cups of promethazine got me faded

big boss

worth a couple mill

bitch

i made it

uh

super bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium

yeah

i remember we used to hustle by the stadium

ay

you think we just gon' sit here and starve

fuck wrong with y'all?

think we ain't gon' play by my dawg

what wrong with y'all?

we ain't got no pressure slangin' gun

fuck the law

huh

if we ain't got no paper we gon' go sell the raw

call my youngin

they pull up with stick

sell 'em somethin'

only for the money

they tryna take holmes head off

uh

from where we comin'

you know we so hard head

y'all

i lost my cousin to a bitch and my cousin wasn't even involved

i'm thuggin'

ready for war

they ain't care about my nigga

why the fuck should i care about y'alls?

fuck it

go kill 'em all

uh

raised up in public houses

with no room on the bed

we had to sleep on the couches

yeah

now we in the club

i got my foot on the couch and shit

my nigga dead

we gotta shoot up they house and shit

they like

we train with the feds