Tekstovi: Chamillionaire. Murder They Wrote.

(feat. Killa Kyleon & Lil Ray)

[Killa Kyleon:]
Yuh
At's right
Hey
Run It

Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Run ray lights on my neck wrist hand and gear
Hiding like a chandler you can park the camera here
Alert TMZ because the man is here
Hey, I'm so photogenic, grouchy paparazzi
I'm looking like money you try'na get it watch me
Just got my partner's lincese and a flight ride
Only difference is I don't drive I skydive
Haters try'na pull my parachute but I'm in the wind
I'm in sumthin' jet blue, no top, butter skin
I'm hotter than a furnace and I just left...
Y'all talking wood wheel but a nigga really turn, hey
First class dealer, y'all niggas coach
Y'all get slices, I get locs
My high club, elite access
I'm a G-four jet y'all niggas soft wet (YEAH!)
Let's stalk money cause I'm bout that
Man Killa you broke, yeah I so doubt that
I know you haters would like to see a nigga off note
But I am not a singer if that's what'cha hope
I'm three times crazy like the boy out the oak
Man I'm the shit, (I'm the shit) y'all shit don't floak (hey)
Bitch ass niggas keep dropping that stoak
While I'm walk in this roof and keep dropping that doe
I'm getting green like Scope, bitches garg em I...
And I ain't even gotta ask if they swallow don't spit
Y'all sorta like my hoes y'all niggas don't spit
I hear you niggas records 'tween talking bout shit (YEAH!)

[Lil Ray:]
Psycho-path whip, suicide on the damn doors
Gucci backpack I ain't never riding Jansport
Green paper stacks from the ceiling to the damn floor
Dollar signs money M.O.E. is what I stand for
Slab cars out for the hell of it when get boy
Black Chevy, black Dodge, black Lac, black Porsche
Black seats, black floors, black skin, black Porsche
Freak bitches tell me is my pants is a black horse
Vote for Barack, shit we all made a black choice
Neck already platinum what the fuck I need it black for?
Black diamonds in the wrist, where it's time to add more
Black hoes, black horse, white bricks, black source
Black Jordans, ice grill, rose gold, yella boy
Drankin' on that medication syrup got skella toy
Legendary with the blue pill call me Eddie George
Run it like a running-back, projects door-to-door
We say forty-fo' y'all say forty-four
Dirty south, different slang, different kane, better drugs
Bigger bucks, sniffin' mugs, swedda blood, woulda cause
Y'all make it rain and drizzle, we make it rain and flood
Boys say they hustlin' but lying like welcome rugs
Duece car on who's car I ride in like Kobe, brah
Underneath my seat is high heat stay packing slugs
Just in case they try to jack it like Denim-ians
I'm so sick I need more than extengerances
Asthma attack tracks like Kanye, no hesitance
Y'all niggas jockerilate swag that's irevalent
Get so much brain I am feeled with intelligence
... jean pockets deep full of jellyton
Name ten rappers I ain't better than
Y'all niggas suck that's evident, payed like...
And "fuck Lil Ray? " no thanks I'm celebate
Product kicks on my car pederlences
In the streets so much my popularity is like the president
They don't wanna see a nigga levitate, cause they hoes
Playa haters with disease call jealousy
Never Misdemeanor I'm felony
Cut Beyonce and made a scene in that foss sele-melody
Boss Hogg run the streets heavily
Young nigga stay with old money I got gawp from the seventies
Pull up in that chopper on them Elliot's I call the rims Missy Elliot because the lips on them are really thick
Candy red paint looking cherry-ish
Styrofoam cup full of purple but no alcoholic beverages

It's Lil Ray Ya Bitch!