Going Hyphy

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Bitch, whew (Damn, Glocky, you ain't have to do 'em like that) (Slide on 'em Sheffon) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Doggy twelve, acting like the sheriff (Fed) How I'm feelin', I might go and catch a flight to Paris (Fyoo) How I'm feelin', I might spend like ninety on the chain SBDSM, we trippin', going hyphy in the Bay Throw it, that's a touchdown (Six) Fuck a hundred, I was taught to keep it one thou' (Thousand) You got some nerve if I don't know you, tryna come 'round Swervin' down the opps block, all they heard was gun sounds (Bow) Like, shit, where you finna run? (Come here) Like, shit, three-five got me feelin' numb (I'm blowed) Like, shit, that's light pape', boy, you still a bum (Crumb) Like, shit, four years later, yeah, we still them ones (Yeah) Like, shit, boy (Yeah), like shit (Brrt, shit) Ha-ha, like, shit (Shit) Big Glockiana but the jeans tight fit (Amiri) Sip Wockiana all night type shit (Whew) [Verse 2: TrDee] Runnin' 'round throwing bullets at him, Mike Vick (Fah, fah) You don't wanna hit this 'Wood, this some opp pack No, I don't care about that bitch, she a throwback (Whew) Roll another 'Wood and forget about 'em Crazy how I'm ridin' with the Drac' and I came from the bottom (Frrt) I can teach you how to do it, Gregg Popovich Really demigods when we drop, we don't ever miss (Crazy) Dawg was talkin' down, I went and hit his sis' (I did) You not even cut to blow it, why you got a blick? (Why?) Five hundred dollar shirt, left the tag on (Bought) We know that's not yo' shit, that's your mans roll (That's your dogshit) Deep pockets always stuffed with green like a egg roll If I say it's up, they on your top just like some headphones (Ha, ha, ha, whew) Six bitches in the room, it's a slumber party (Okay) Dawg ain't even got a whip but went and got some Carti's (Huh?) If I ever hit your bitch, my nigga, I ain't sorry (Nah) She a freak, money make her wet like Kalahari [Verse 3: StanWill] Shit, huh, okay I might fuck around and start a tidal wave when I'm in Magic City Tell the boys, "Come get me," do the race, we pull up Scat or Kitty Bro be paranoid, he be done popped you, catch you at the iffy Bitch is simple-minded, bet she fuck I show the stack of Benji's Pulled up thinkin' we gon' fight? I'm laughing while I rack the semi In the AMG, I'm active, you can't trip in traffic with me Been workin' on a milli', I ain't even see you stack a fifty Matter fact, I ain't seen you stack a dub up Wearin' all my ice like Vezzo, finna fuck the club up Got it out the dirt but unky still be pourin' mud up Turtle Pie or Gary Payton, brodie say his lungs stuck SBDSM my babies, everything we do amazing Had to tell the teller every bill, I want the bluest faces Say it ain't no Wock' around, so unky poured a deuce of Quagen All these fuckin' chains and all these whips, you'd think my crew be slavin'