Lyrics

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti] We bout to tear this bitch up We bout to tear this bitch up [?] Got a pistolinthe car [?] Boutto tear this bitch up I gotthe straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor First nigga get wrong, it's on Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up [Verse 1: All-Star] Squad [?] I ain't tryna talk it out Guns I walk with them, what the fuck you talkin bout? Them niggas hating, I ain't worried bout no hater Cash money stay on my mind, I'm all about this paper See I was too busy getting money, buying cars My niggas poppin bottles, hollaring out, crying hard You might disrespect the gangster, but not all And I got bond money, I ain't worried bout a charge I'm from the hood, man let's get that understood I'm walking round this bitch like I wish a nigga would And I'm gone off that goose, no telling what I might do Security like "calm down", I'm like "fuck them too" [Chorus: All-Star & Yo gotti] We bout to tear this bitch up We bout to tear this bitch up [?] Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor First nigga get wrong, it's on Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up [Verse 2: Young Buck] All-Star, I don't really do this much G-Unit is the gang, we'll hit them niggas up Hit the club in my house shoes, flank in my pocket [?] security can't stop it He hating on me, but his bitch love Buck If his ass keep talking, we gon tear this bitch up [?] that gangsta walk And did you see that fuckin chain that Banks just bought? I'm waiting for the same thing, it ain't my falt Half of these rappers broke, that ain't your cause [?] layed on your back Yo Gotti down with me, nigga this is payback [Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti] We bout to tear this bitch up We bout to tear this bitch up [?] Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor First nigga get wrong, it's on Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up [Verse 3: All-Star] Real as I wana be, nigga you a wanna be Face it, you a hater, and you always gonna be under me Chain by the quarter key, charm bout a brick or [?] 10 on my wrist, and it's what I got this pistol for Nigga get to reaching, and his ass gon need a preacher Club full of wittnesses, but really I don't give a damb All Imma tell 'em is that nigga shouldn't have tried me A hundred on tjust to make sure they don't hide me My nigga say take the charge, he was right beside me [?] gotta hit him with the 9 piece [?] in the daytime All-Star bitchthat pistol in my waistline [Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti] We bout to tear this bitch up We bout to tear this bitch up [?] Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor First nigga get wrong, it's on Got a pistol in the car [?] Bout to tear this bitch up