f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G (Verse 2: Young Dro) Nuttin but a G baby Its ya boy Young Dro right here You know Ima G, Ey Look
s the number 1 stunna in your hood Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood So where you from? Westside, and that College Park So what you do? Yeah, I gets money
on the wall like an art gallery. You got short salary. and I got long money. I got cash money. I got young money. Bitch. [DJ Drama] (See, I told y'all
to kill something Let me count the ways that I can repent Trying to stay holy and focused But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga Too bogus that
ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin' his life Get money
that shit came from grinin' boy Yell the diamonds everywhere like a stuck up junin' Dog I heard your paper low I got that stuck up money Shut the fuck
, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here Them young
Hoes, hoes, money, roll Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do' (Bone crusher) Bring the pain, to your skull Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want
tha place All because of this devious busta who tried to hate When all he had to do was ask, instead he tried to take So to stop all of that and keep
'm just foolin around Look at when I come around and spit that flow 3 in a row no tic-tac-toe Hit that dro get so blow Hold up and spit that slow Oh
from head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows and plenty of dough It's Young Noe, E.D.I., Young Buck and
your team down raw Peep this scheme, now all calling them fake nigga holocaust And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here Yo you smell something funky hear that
up to the flo', yeah mothafucka ain't I? All black coupe, I can buy a Benz, can't I? Remix Yung L.A. and T.I., this a banger Dro, you on that thang?
You can sell to me, that's intentionally Another nigga that it's too late for Hey wait bruh, bet any nigga came from that? Who lose it all the day I
m gonna murder y'all You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all And only cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit, y'all won't get
real shit son they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window I spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat Ya niggas better lay down, young
of cows That all ya enemies wanna shoot you down They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s Semi-automatic weapons that produce kapows Word on the street is, they all