| 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 |
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