I Got That (feat. Boosie Badazz)

Boosie, I swear to God

I heard one of these lil bitch-ass **** up in here

Trill Entertainment, young savage, ****, I'm Webbie, ya heard me

Look, gangsta shit, look

I fuck a bitch till she real tired (You know that)

And I ain't fuckin with her 'less she real fine (You know that)

I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie (You know that)

Play me on the funny style, **** gotta die (You know that)

Why you spit that nut out, bitch? Apologize

This real deal pimp shit, bitch, recognize

Bitch say get her some shoes, then I reply

All you get is a big dick that's circumsized

Boosie, that 745 hurt they eyes

You know dat L-I, so I'ma get that other kind

I'm mothafuckin straight gangsta, that's who is I

Get outta line, I'ma spank ya, don't even try

Murder, murder, kill, kill all in my eyes

Me, I take dat beef shit and tenderize it

I got some fuckin' skeletons up in my closet

And it ain't no class experiment, some missing bodies, bitch

You want beef (I got that)

Dope (I got that)

Hoes (I got that)

Dro (I got that)

Money (I got that)

Cars (I got that)

Pistols (I got that)

**** get shot at

I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word you heard

I creep and serve, bullets they swerve and calm ya nerves

Fuck you, ****, I ain't throwin no slurs

All I know is streets and birds

Broads and cars and malls, big splurges

I used to steal wallets and purses

Now I fill wallets and purses

All the real **** wild off my verses

Boot up retarded, and send boys to hearses

Don't get me started 'cause, boy, I might hurt ya

Drunk as a alcoholics I'll whoop your ass purple

Slap ya and kick ya and treat you like Urkle

Slang you and bang you, no, I don't think you heard me

Ku kKux Klan hang you, then light you and burn ya

Young savage, what you gon' do, ****

You wan beef (I got that)

Dope (I got that)

Hoes (I got that)

Dro (I got that)

Money (I got that)

Cars (I got that)

Pistols (I got that)

**** get shot at

Yo, we come through, we stomp you

You owe us, we trunk you

We soldiers who goin' to knock a fuckin' dome loose

I'ma always be a savage

I'ma always tote that plastic

I'ma always be smart, so boosie always gon wear masks

I'ma gon' always hit that classic

Can hold BR down

With a whip so sick it make you boys turn around

Now we burnin' off the ground, the sickest in the town

Boosie and Webbie got the crown, you other **** bow down

To the feet of some youngstas who don't sleep

We body-bag ****, then we toe-tag their feet

Fuckin' in the back seat

You ain't playin with no rookie

You take this money, we gon' throw a party on that pussy

My lifestyle is too cold, my **** we run through hoes

Pass 'em down like new poles, then rockin' them like new nouveaus

Got syrup by the case loads, we leanin' like dem Texas boys

And we dont K-Roll this shit

We ain't tryna stretch ya boy

And if you know me, you know me from gettin' loaded

You know me from lookin' sporty

You know me from pistol totin'

You know me from candy-coatin' my cars

Rollin' with superstars

Bondin' my **** out when they stretchin behind bars

Thug life