Lyrics

[Intro] Ay Dis morin I jumped up Smellin like money But I'm fucked up I threw on my coogie (and then what) And my bag (and then what) And my flag (and then what) Bitch I got swag (ok) Now a nigga rollin And I'm coastin Dis ? dat I'm smokin Is so potent That I'm chokin But I'm focused Nigga I'm focused [Verse] Well hold up Who dat nigga there he foreal? The shit I'm blowin look like it just came up out a field I got a habbit cause I like the way it make me feel And u don't want to try me cause lil shawty keep that steel And I ain't with that drama That's what them Desert Eagles fo' Put this on my momma U niggas can't see me 'fore They waitin on my CD So this will be da perfect timin To show you fucking clowns I will run a circle round Whoever dat want it You want it come an get it Grippin GA harda Yea I'm country but I'm pimpin If I said it then I mean it If you don't like it Then say it then My whole click's strapped dressed in all red You see my flow's so fantastic, go ask around See where I'm from everyday we blow half a pound And more passed around I'm so crafty and I like my hoe classy If no tits then more ass Nigga I was 19 Look what I got Quite clean nigga wild out Try me no 4-5 with a night beam nigga wild out Hit the scene with dem thangs out Now the whip the ride out Hit da club an go celebrate Pop some bottles nigga wild out First time a touched da mic Knew da hood was gon feel me Swear to god ain't nuttin like me Ask around I'm a real G And lyrically No you cannot fuck with me I ain't all dat tall but I got um lookin up at me Catch me on the Interstate High as hell feelin great 87' Monty C same color Phantom great Bitch I been dat nigga and I don't care if you ain't heard a me I got dem haterz wanna murda me Like I murder beats Now I'm chillin up in Myrtle Beach With your bitch on my side gettin head in dem ? seats While we ride I'm a G Nigga try me you will see Meanwhile I am smoking on dat purple tree Yea we blow it down Copped a couple pounds So take ya time when you hit it There's enough to go around And baby I'm a gangsta I'm not Young J-O-C but best believe it's goin DOWN [Outro] They call me BREEZE J to the O D to the Y How he flow Fly he so Ha HAHA I'm rollin (rollin) I'm smokin I'm choking I'm focused And dis shit I'm blowin is so potent Ya'll niggas can't see me Pass da weed Yessir