Jay Young's got that beat knockin' It's six figure music, baby You ain't got them boxes all done up You ain't on the block 'til the sun up You ain't got your Glock for the summer And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah) You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah) You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils) You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it) Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah) Business Dean and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah) Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy) Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah) Bitches dreaming (Dreaming) Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm) Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing) Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah) Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing) I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it You ain't got them boxes all done up You ain't on the block 'til the sun up You ain't got your Glock for the summer And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm) You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles) You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah) You ain't never rid on no devils You ain't with the clique, this is levels This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up (Yeah) This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter This the butter I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger (Thugger) I was up in Boxpark with my brother Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher Niggas out there smilin' like the ch-ch-chess show Yeah we call it drops but that's a jumpin' checker (Umm) Take it to a me-me-messy measure Man'll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta Yeah, boppin' off that big bus, double decker (Jheez) You ain't got them boxes all done up You ain't on the block 'til the sun up You ain't got your Glock for the summer And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner You ain't in the whip with them pebbles You ain't on the strip with the rebels You ain't never rid on no devils You ain't with the clique, this is levels