Lyrics
If I heard kids.. talk.. they'll be add to the herb list..
N get curbed bitch fo fuckin wit Stat N wordsmif..
Yeah U nerds get nothin.. in the club when we bounce..
The king wit an ounce.. I could flip that thing to a pound.. (soooo)
We toke all the green.. prevoke on the scene..
Bottles a bub we luv.. N let it go on the beats..
So yo.. U feel it dawg?.. clap along while I'm spittin..
As long as U gettin it crunk.. U got our permission..
N listen..we could get it right tonight mami
Tell homie leave or its a fight tonight mami..
Really.. the kid don't play wit damn whores
But trust me.. I like how you break it down on dance floor
I demand more.. watch you shake it N pop..
VIP wit the crys celebratin.. shake it N pop
eight fo' five in the place.. now you seem so live
Cuz you know how Stat do up in the three oh five!
whoooooooa
