Lyrics:

[Swizz Beats]

The King's back.....wooo!



[T.I. chorus]

I got that get it, get it

I got that get it what you need

From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need

Get it, get it

I got that get it when you need

From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd



[Chorus 2](2x)

Come and get it aye, cuz I got it bitch

Come and get you know I got it bitch



[Verse 1]

I got my broads if u want em

On the C.O.D please 5 g’s

I don’t front it but I got good numbers

Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber

Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me

See me clean as I wanna be, but these niggas wanna be

Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me

These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me

What I look like beefing wit you nigga you a son to me

Move weight out to Georgia, get it cross the water

Drive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida

Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em

Summer time balla when I buy the mall up



[Chorus 1 + 2]



[Verse 2]

Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo, and he sit the six low

Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo

Shawty aint bullshitin folk, he’ll be out here hitting folks

Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo

Aint nuttin he aint did before, other niggas getting so

Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so

Long he aint funny, he got that long money

Naw money, you niggas barely got hit the mall money

I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running

From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting

So you still see me down at the underground stunting

Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing



[Chorus 1 + 2]



[Verse 3]

I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C

Ima G best believe me, try me when you see me

And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a

Button shot calling, niggas not balling

Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and hot dogging

I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans

Virginia, Mississippi, Kentucky, I run all dat

You niggas better fall back, fo grab a ball bat

Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat

Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat

Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at



[Chorus 1 + 2]