Me Vs. State

Lyrics

[Intro] Woo, woo, woo, woo [Verse] Cadillac, slidin' Hop out McLaren and go slide through 10 Racks on yo' head, and they do what they do We can get active, boy, I'm living proof She suckin' dick like honey, like Winnie-the-Pooh I was locked up on 5th floor, Trick had knocked that boy too Hop out the Benz, shoot out the roof Knew he was green, knew he was new Stuck on this nine like a tattoo Huh, I knew that you wasn't finna shoot Kick her out, give her the boot This that smooth shit I'ma play cool for a little bit I done flew to Florida, my cousin a jit All of my cars put them on my list Teach you the way, I can give you some tips Hop out of the window with stick, blick, big zip, shoot out the nic' Put 'em on the TV like "Everybody Hate's Chris" Catch 'em, he runnin', c'mere Babywhoa catch 'em, we beat 'em sincerely I was just playin', why the fuck you so serious? That's not my brother, that shit brought me tears If y'all finna kick that hoe out, I'ma play it by ear Catch 'em like roadkill, he get hit like a deer I bust with the drum, you know I can't steer Stop all that dickridin', stop all that cheerin' [Verse 2] I'm tryna pop out I'm tryna catch one Two at the side of my face, I ain't goin' for nun' .50 round drum on the bottom of the stick, It look like Tommy Gun They snatch his Jersey, he not the real one Wanna be mobb?, he gotta go kill some' Mids, they all filled up This that money flowin' Used to pop out this hoe whorin', you know it Pass me the wock, and you know I'm gon' pour it Kicked the hoe out, 'cause she makin' me bored Flip him, he play with the mobb, man you know I'm on board Whoa, whoa, whoa Free Sumo we was posted at the corner store Yeah, suicide doors, I never seen this before Fucked yo' bitch I ain' know it was yo' hoe Trendy as fuck, man they wan' steal my flow Talm' 'bout wake up, man, I'm already woke Shut the fuck up, you ain' uppin' the score We havin' money, I pay for her toes Im spendin' more than a 10 on clothes You know I'm the one, you know I'm gon' go I think she bad as fuck She gotta go, she keep doin' too much Gotta stop when I pull my stick out the truck Beat that boy ass and I jump off the bunk Well man, I guess I ran out of luck I started shootin', nigga duck Who is your head?, nigga I can get it touched BL slidin' through they bag back Playin' with them racks Yeah, I go so crazy Glokk flip shit, acrobat Hah, you can't get that back Slidin', hm, slidin', He can't get that back Fuck that bih' tats on my back [Verse 3] Hm, Should I go Hellcat or Trackhawk The chain need some money, we'll run in yo' mailbox Tryna get up they gon' run in yo' spot Nigga stop duckin' when nigga hear that Glock These real diamonds, these real rocks These niggas can't hang, these niggas soft Come get some money, nigga, I got the sauce Back in the day, I used to shop at Ross Yeah, back in the day, uppin' that stick right to his face I was just trippin', I'm back in that mode, we right where he lay Free Flame, he shoot like 2k Huh, she get what she want, she eatin' that JJ I'm rich as fuck, eatin' exotic filet I keep the blick like I'm stabbin' the steak I'm by myself, it was Me vs. State You gotta leave bitch where the Wraith Dick on the Glock, feel like he got raped 20 hunnid shots I bet hit his face