Lyrics

[Intro: Iz Bo] Yeah Iz Bo [Verse 1: Iz Bo] Big dookie 'Woods with the three-fives in 'em Hoppin' out the car, we ain't doin' drive-bys in 'em Yeah, we knockin' niggas down We don't get him the first time, we gon' spin around He caught me leavin' out the bank, walkin' with a smile Leave him in an ashtray like a Black & Mild Put a Black fist to your face 'cause I'm Black and proud I called Tee with the Drac', ain't no backin' down [Verse 2: Baglife Tee] You call me with the Drac', then I clear the crowd Big bank on me, if I drop it, it's gon' make a sound Out in Houston, know I got my rocket like I'm Sterling Brown Toxic, but my bitch say she like it when I cash her out Bro slick, he just hit a lick at Gander Mountain Told his ass give me that FN or I'll tell his mama Went to this lil' bitch crib and forgot my condom One thing about Flint niggas, we fuck without 'em [Verse 3: Iz Bo] One thing about a Flint nigga, we slide, it's a problem He ain't drink our water, so it's fuck Obama If we catch you in the dark, we gon' wreck your Honda Yeah, like fuck it up Told a bad bitch hit the floor and come and suck it up We a real pack of wolves, you can't run with us Tee just hit me with the 'bows, I had to run it Damn, ain't that some stuff? Girly yellin' out, "Iz Bo," while I smash her guts Yeah, while I thrash her up I'll roll her weed up and won't pass her blunt And that's some real shit [Verse 4: Baglife Tee] Brodie state-to-state swipin' cards, takin' field trips My other nigga at the pharm', he like to fill scripts Six stars tatted on his arm, my niggas peeled it We ripped his skin Put it on my five, he'll never bang Crip again Double cup with the ice, I ain't drinkin' gin Bitch said that I dress nice, come fuck me then All my niggas strapped like a dyke, I'm talkin' Gens [Verse 5: Iz Bo] Bitch, you know it's 30 on my hip when I'm walkin' in Fed tried to come and shake my hand and got caught with ten Yeah, we really let him have it Never miss with hit-stick like I'm playin' Madden Had big dreams until he got his brain shattered You only impress the streets, that shit don't matter When me and Tee link up, it's a ghetto gap You could have ten in your whip and that shit won't matter You could have ten in your whip and your shit gon' splatter Yeah, now your family gaspin' [Verse 6: Baglife Tee] I just got a gun from Bullock's, I don't shop at Ganders Out in public with my shoes off, I ain't got no manners He survive this K to the stomach, he gon' need a Pamper Say my name and I'm comin', I don't need an answer Scary nigga heard I was comin', he done seen a pastor Bury niggas, when my niggas gunnin', you gon' get a casket Uh, you know shit get tragic Pop a nigga up, when we done, wrap him up in plastic Bo said he done, he ain't done, I'ma let him have it Shoot some more holes in that nigga while he in the plastic Bo with me, he won't freeze up, he won't never panic I gotta throw my B's up too, bitch, I'm always braggin' You niggas freeze up when you shoot, you niggas known for laggin' I won't freeze up when I shoot, I'll toe-tag him