2x real niggas ride wit us you haters gotta ride the bus smoke til when my brain gon bust bank account so plush the feds on us real niggas ride wit us you haters gotta ride the bus smoke til when my brain gon bust bank account so plush the feds on us kyjuan s a preppy hippy cross the bridgy of mississippi i slang thangs make bread easy like jiffy call me a cool nigga or a mr refriger kids ask me i reply quickly bottle of andres or crissy smoke backyard or sticky my man watch me get busy i wake up with two dimes both named nikki i m a playa dirty no passion marks no hickies cats make me sick when i roll through y all city lookin like angry mad face mad teeth gritty you gon make me go back into my days of u city cornrows penny bros and new dickies ahh shit when situation looks shitty i got that thang with me plus i puff like diddy you niggas can t hang with me or pop the pain with me so wrap somethin mo and hop in the range with me check check no picture me rollin optimo glocka four four four do range rov mink with matchin kangol whole hood like oh freakin em out they mind d s with diamonds on em jackers i know they want em not you see the watch roley or g shock you hear me four five blocks before you see me that s the knock i need not speak on that i speak on zack and how he better fix my shit or give my eight g s back salute the rugged flip screen you gotta love it navigational system behind the ten duckin the public take my chain off to thaw out battle four out we fill the fattest wad a hun neds you ever saw out son break the jar out twist the muskie only real niggas ride and smoke patna trust me if i m lyin bad mouth slap then crush me cuss me suplex lamb grab the nine and bust me cause only i m like the battery i come through every door on a cell mr energizer forever ready to make a mil fuck that cris let it spill i hit the gas and make it peel i m smokin twenty inches of parelli wha up off the wheel i hit the jewelry store at noon slight case of the chills i got the face too damn chunky cause it s still read twelve well hell not a shit starter but i be startin some shit half the time i m in the club half the niggas gettin pissed me got they miss i done caught they wrist and they be thinkin you cockblockin cause you gave her a kiss i walks over to your bitch and asks her who s is this tell em one more time just in case he forgets i be the sleepy eyed kinky guy the chinky eye comin be like i ay ei ready the guy nigga hella high country grammar yellin ei fuckin your cutie pie forty nine not gettin none  you shoulda seen this ladie s face when i walked in the bank i m the school boy i m hollywood smellin like dank lookin like i don t know left from right holdin a check got the whole front desk like murphy s set for life i agree wit em i exchange sacks with seeds in em drivin eighty in the rainiest rov tv s in em i m st lou plus true to the arch equals i m real i m hollywood plus true to the heart equals a mil i m killin y all matter fact i m killin myself in a category with t boz i m feelin myself it gets no better slo says it gotta get better gotta get wood gotta get dubs we gotta get leather i m like what real playas roll on dubs and haters can t kick it wit us we smokin til our brain gon bust gettin head in the back of the truck city what up i m like only 2x
['dirty south rap', 'pop rap', 'southern hip hop', 'st louis rap']