Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow Deez, artist - Big Boi. Album song BOOMIVERSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitco, Purple Ribbon
Song language: English
Follow Deez |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it |
He blessed the nigga the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie |
I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now |
Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all around my style |
I’m like the bandage on mummy, I got that wrap-around |
Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who tryin' to snatch the sound |
Asinine like my public company tryin' to cash me out |
Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout |
Gladiators with radiators that run hot |
Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot |
My Uncle told me don’t pull it unless you pop pop |
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked |
I’m from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia |
Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order |
Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller |
My only tigers comes with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me |
Had it for some years, now the like a trophy |
My windows up, I got my main thing rollin' |
I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her |
I’m only high when I’m really in the act of smoking |
homie, I’m back to square one |
Double up somethin' |
Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some |
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em |
Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I’m ducking 'em |
Back in the studio hustlin', bitch we cook drugs in here |
You was livin' under false impressions |
You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Say we can do what millionaires can can can |
The green Dickies suit is garbage can gram man |
And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran |
Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand |
Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne |
Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne |
You hear a 'skrrt, ' then you hear a 'blrrt, ' hit the ground, mayne |
Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket, them niggas bustin' |
Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches |
What’s this I witness, these niggas simpin', they Winchell’s pimpin' |
Don’t even honor, they baby mama, but pay for bitches |
Ay, partner,, that shit ain’t playa, stop lookin' lame |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat |
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop |
OGs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not |
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around |