Lyrics
Wassup baby?
Is you down for me girl?
Is you down for me?
OK, I need you to do somethin
{You want me to lay one of these
Punk ass niggas out for you}
Fuck niggas makin me sick man
{Yea, you want me to peel a cap
In they ass for you boo? }
Uh Huh
(JT Money:)
I see alot of dumb niggas flaugin
Talkin bout how they livin large & ballin
All in the club pullin out dummy wads
Keep tryna flauge and that ass gon get scarred
Cause these jack boys always out workin
And we don’t like fuck niggas that be perpin
Tryin to impress some trickin ass hoe
A nigga with sense keep that flow on the low
See only a fool will flash, smart niggas gon stash
Just get him somewhere so yo nigga can touch his ass
Would you do that? you know you gon be straight
Besides, the fuck nigga not to playa hate
Evil
See I’m flossin in the 8−50 lookin jiggy
I know this nigga suspect, too fuckin pretty
Frostbit bracelet, rockin the best
Like Eugene Robinson, cruisin for sex
Tryna hit me for the 40 baby, I’m bout to flex
He don’t expect, this bitch about to get him wet
What a surprize, we bout to take you on a ride nigga
Bonnie & clyde
(Talkin: JT Money)
That’s right, baby. know what I’m sayin?
You know daddy love that
Am I yo nigga girl? you love me, huh?
(Evil :)
You my nigga I’m your girl, me and you against the world
Let’s take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip
Me and you against the world, you my nigga I’m your girl
Let’s take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip
(Evil:)
I gets down with my nigga, bust rounds for my nigga
I trick for my nigga, suck dick for my nigga
Do hits for my nigga cause I sticks with my nigga
Keep him fed, yo I’m straight down for my nigga
I’ll jack for my nigga, sell crack for my nigga
When them fools trip I pull back on them triggas
Rob a bank with my nigga, smoke dank with my nigga
Evil & JT, two natural born killaz
(JT Money:)
Damn right, better see me bout it if you want it Cause my girl only answers to me, plus we up on it That’s the deal, nigga out here strugglin
And don’t need no nigga sweatin my girl while she hustlin
Motha fuckas who playin with my bread
I gotta get fed, and need a place to rest my head
Shit, me and my girl do crime together, grind together
Probably do time together
(Evil :)
You my nigga I’m your girl, me and you against the world
Let’s take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip
Me and you against the world, you my nigga I’m your girl
Let’s take niggas shit, cause fake niggas trip
(Evil:)
I’m a thugged out bitch in reality
Any hoe creepin, think I’m sleepin, will be labled a fatality
(JT Money:)
But baby I’m yo nigga so it’s all good
And you know if you want it, I’m a get it if I could
(Evil:)
If you can’t then I will go and get them honey bees
Hit the block, set up shop, sellin dub-sacks of trees
Bitches poppin grill, don’t they know I pack the steel
When shit gets illl, I’m poppin hoes at will
(JT Money:)
I don’t see them hoes, I’m too busy on the grind
Plus I’m gettin mine and ain’t got the time
So baby fuck them hoes, they can’t come between
And plus you just like me, down to scheme for that cream
(Evil:)
All ya’ll bitches wanna fuck my nigga
Stank ass tricks tryna suck my nigga
Press ya luck and get stuck by my nigga
Evil & JT, all bout the scrilla!
(Talkin: JT Money &)
That’s right baby
Let them hoes know what it’s all bout
Don’t even trip bout that hoe shit