Lyrics:

Ayo Devine drop that daddy

Ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy
Uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy X2

Ayo the moral of the story is
We all can't be glorious
Some of us still on our grind (our grind)
Thats why I walk around wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine
Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man’s back
But niggas still don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me posted on the block, see these bitches on my cock
See him jumpin out the drop, somebody light up
I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me
You keep reaching for my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up
You can catch me out in L.A in a blue and red Pelle
Half crip half blood nigga west side
Or you can catch me in New York on stage on the block
Or even visitin my niggas in the cage (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, actin a fool, packin a tool, ok nigga

Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down South shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2

Lets go, uh
When niggas see me in the streets they be like there go double O again
He got the .357 he 'bout to let it go again
Switchin up this flow again, grindin for that dough again
Your mans and em’ set trip, I'mma put a hole in him
Hands up blunts lit, let me see ya'll niggas bang
Hit a nigga in his head make him come up off his chain
Homey I'm the best at this shit
On the throne wit a black marker bout to tag up on this shit
Y’all niggas perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks
You movin round In a new city gettin jacked suckin Nino dick
Don’t even show me if it ain't no purp b
My buzz the color of pookey lips when they gave 'him that turkey
Been a long time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue
Corduroy seats in the gray CL
Wit so much weight in the trunk
If you don't chop it it’ll the break scale, nigga!

Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down South shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2

Ayo, me and my young boy
Remind me of my self in the early days sort of like a young Roy
Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix
Blue water two bitches and a beach toy
But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler
And the cooler got no beer or lunch meat
You wan’ fucking see the morgue?
You ain't fuckin wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your frog

Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G
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Yo I’m a bi-coastal G
But I'm 'bout to bring the east coast back to where it 'pose to be
D-Block got the streets in a zip lock
And we bustin off them hammers
Like we don't give a fuck about hip-hop
So who wanna get popped, just give me the word
It won't be no pigeon when I hit his ass wit this bird
Leave his ass on the curb
So you can pour that yach on 'em
I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em

Me and my niggas on our New York shit
Me and my niggas on our West Coast shit
Me and my niggas on our down South shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay Area X2