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All my youngins be on go mode Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode Let's get it Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll Hundred round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s High-speed chase 'til the drugs on, runnin' from Jake and the popo They claim the game but they subpar Sweat a hundred Percs, need another jar Been a hot boy with them rock stars Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked Sitting on a corner in her hood parked Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood Hop out the back of a squad car Either you trap or you farm hot Choppers with straps on the arm stock Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back Turn your town into Old Country Buffet But we met the plug at Outback We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack SongtexteHate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll (All my youngins be on go mode) Slow roll When my doc' write, look like scribble-scratch Straight drop got a nigga block slappin' like a pitty-pat Stuff a bitch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a nigga fitted cap Right hand man the grim reaper, index finger, don't trigger that Dumb thinking you can fuck with Blockworks How the fuck a nigga figure that? He done got whacked, hit him in his hat Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap Bloodstains on the concrete All-white stitch with a hint of grey Broken glass, middle of the street See the bricks chipped from the ricochet Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play Don't let that money go to your head Cause the money change hands anyway In the Feds on his death bed only time when a nigga pray Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray Used to let him pour his own trouble Champagne glass full of rose bubbles Louis belt with the gold buckle Mr. Micheal Mary with the stone jungle (Whatever) Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll Slow roll Aus Songtexte Mania