Follow Deez (feat. Curren$y & Killer Mike)

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it

He blessed the **** the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie

I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now

Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables  all around my style

I'm like the bandage on my mummy, I got that wrap-around

Circles on you Urkel-ass **** who tryin' to snatch the sound

Asinine like my public company tryin' cash me out

Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout

Gladiators with radiators that run hot

Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot

My uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop

Mop-top-head-ass ****, you get you knot rocked

I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia

Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order

Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller

My only tigers come with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me

Had it for some years, now to me it's like a trophy

My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'

I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her

I'm only high when I'm really in the act of smoking

Cost adjourned homie, I'm back at square one

Double up son

Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some

And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em

Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I'm ducking 'em

Back in the studio hustlin', bitch we cook drugs in here

You was livin' under false impressions

You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit

Well, follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Say we could do what millionaires can, can, can

The green Dickies suit is garbage can gram man

And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran

Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand

Country boi proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne

Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne

You hear a 'skirrt', then you hear a 'blrrt', hit the ground, mayne

Them **** fuckin', out of a buck, them **** bustin'

Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches

What's this I witness, these **** sippin', they Winchell's pimpin'

Don't even honor, they baby mama, but pay for bitches

Ay, partner, pummel, that shit ain't playa, stop lookin' lame

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat

Young **** with hammers and daily body drop

OG's survive, you still alive, a lot of **** not

Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around