Testo Luciano Malone

Hurt, what it do?
It's Funke
Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we got here at Foster’s

If we want you, then we gon' come get you, yeah
K up on your nose 'cause you just a lil’ nigga, yeah, yeah
This No. 9, I do not rock Hilfiger, yeah, yeah
Boy you better step it up lil' nigga, yeah, yeah
Too many hoes, I can't loyal one (Yeah yeah)
We got drums on them guns, boy we do it for fun (Yeah yeah)
Boy you better get you one and own you one (Yeah yeah)
Bitch I got the stick and I'ma cop a drum (Yeah yeah)
Hit the bank, big, she call me baby
Double Back Gang keep the sticks and ready to shoot at three, ayy
Nigga can't come around me if they sweet, ayy
Nigga can't come around me if they ain't G
Double Back like the mobsters 'cause they comin’ through with them choppers
And they cuttin’ off fingertips and if these niggas don't pay that proper
I just spilled food on my Prada, I just spilled food on my nine
I got gun on me right now, play with me, it’s goin' down, ayy
Nigga better watch his head
Playin' them petty games, then you dead Playin' them petty games, then you gone
Man, them young niggas send you home
Got that yopper and it’s strong
Hit him with a hook shot, Karl Malone
Outside all the time, never home
Still shoot the K, I don't care if it's long

If we want you, then we gon' come get you, yeah
K up on your nose 'cause you just a lil' nigga, yeah, yeah
This No. 9, I do not rock Hilfiger, yeah, yeah
Boy you better step it up lil' nigga, yeah, yeah