Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

That's where you're wrong Make a wish that weighs a ton And no understanding where it goes And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally That time has got it in for honey

One foot, two foot, slew foot, drag Gonna get out my sycamore and shine up my shoes Meet my baby and tell her the news I bet my bundle on a swayback nag And I came home winner with a plenty of swag Swing your honey to the Sugarfoot Rag Dig a little jig

Bun up the dance Capoten, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh-oh Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go suh Super Cat, all over his Ferragamo, I know Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, ja know Ninjaman, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, patch up DJ, pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh Bunji

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah 94' when ah

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Granddaddy's gun It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale It's just a double barrel 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,