Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Rob
Black Rob
Vocals
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Mixing Engineer
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

Yo, I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin', man (What's goin on, yo?)
Yo, when you see somethin' ill (Uh-huh)
Ya know what I mean? That shit is, whoa (That's what whoa means)
Anything ill you see is, whoa! (Uh-huh)
**** have a big six at the curb that's whoa! (Okay?)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa!
Like, you know what I mean? Like yo
I had this bad bitch uptown, she was, whoa!
Had me fucked up in the head I mean, whoa!
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls I mean, whoa!
Shoulda seen them shit shinin' on her wrist, whoa!
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like, whoa!
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all **** like, whoa!
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like, whoa!
Faggot want to peep my blueprints, I'm like, whoa!
Had to hit the brakes on y'all **** like, whoa!
**** gettin' pulled on my block like, whoa!
Comin' home within a half an hour like, whoa!
Frontin' like they had the manpower like, whoa!
More or less
More so, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like, whoa! (Whoa!)
My **** like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa!
Ease pain with cocaine like, whoa!
Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like, whoa! (They don't know me)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes like, whoa! (Ohh)
Plus I'm gettin' brain from this chick like, whoa! (Uh-huh)
Finger near a **** asshole like, whoa! (Oh, yeah)
Team floss riches and bitches like, whoa! (Uh-huh)
Nine-nine Jag Benz Coupe like, whoa!
Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like, whoa!
Grenade through your window bitch, like, whoa!
Love to see me do this shit, like, whoa! (Uh-huh)
**** put me through this shit, like, whoa! (Why? Why? Why?)
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like, whoa!
And rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like, whoa!
My ****, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa!
We bag it, then flip it like, whoa! (I got it)
Cars we jack it then strip it like, whoa! (Yeah)
Fully equip it, front to back, like, whoa!
Spittin' on fiends that come for crack like, whoa!
Askin' for shorts and shit **** like, whoa!
Half on his krunk, now **** that's, whoa!
Flow so properly you'll see I'm, whoa! (Uh-huh)
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like, whoa!
Guns be poppin' B, we creep like, whoa! (Pow)
Hear my name in these streets it's like, whoa!
Must I pound the concrete like, whoa!
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like, whoa!
Your man ain't, whoa!
The judge ain't, whoa! (Uh, uh)
C.O.'s ain't, whoa!
P.O.'s ain't, whoa! (Fucker)
Play y'allself I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C-K riders ain't, whoa! (Uh, uh)
I'll rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like, whoa!
My **** like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa!
**** gettin' money in VA is, whoa!
Honies lookin' right in ATL is, whoa! (Whoa!)
**** pimpin' hoes in Chi-Town is, whoa!
Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is, whoa! (Whoa!)
**** stacking dough in D.C. is, whoa!
P.R. D.R. hold me down like, whoa!
Ballers in Detroit hold me down like, whoa!
**** in New Orleans gettin' money is, whoa!
Boston and Jersey, muhfuckers is, whoa!
Florida **** and Philly **** is, whoa!
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa!
Memphis and Lil' Rock, my **** is, whoa!
Panama **** they hold me down like, whoa! (Whoa!)
My New York peoples they hold me down like, whoa!
Bad boy ****, word is bond we, whoa!
Alumni bitches, word is bond we, whoa!
N.C, S.C., muhfuckers is, whoa!
My **** Buckwild, word is bond he, whoa!
Uh (And that's just how the story goes)
And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa!
Aww man, whoa!
Eighth street, Life Stories (Whoa!)
P.D.P.R., that ****
The beat I got from big Buckwild is, whoa!
That **** Black Rob on the mic is, whoa!
Written by: A. Best, H. Pierre, Robert Ross
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