BUMP NIGGAS SLEEPPIN' E

Hey, slow down fool. This boy got a lot of change in his Car, boy. Let's go get some pussy. City to the next. Yeah, it's on the border. City to the Next. Yeah, it's on the border. City to next. Yeah, it's on the border. City the next. Yeah, it's on the border. Both my lungs full of broccoli and I keep The steak like hibachi Your flag red and his Flag blue, my flag covered in Versace You Memphis Nigga with my thumbs up. In my hood where The sun don't shine. You ain't seen homie in Two or three years, but if I call him Right now, he gon' come slide. Young niggas out here banging with the blocks. I ain't talking Legos, sir. Nigga ain't even got a bank account, but a Young nigga got a crack house. Keep your fingers up, throw your sign in they Face. Show motherfucker what you repping. You don't dial nine one one in the hood, We dial three five seven. Two two threes, plus an AR-15 before we even Turn fifteen. Trap shit all we know. Bitch please, shit run in my genes. It run through my DNA. Getting these chips like Frito-Lay. Come through here doing all that capping, you can Fuck around, be DOA. City to next. Yeah, it's border. City to the next. Yeah, it's on the border. City to the next. Yeah, it's on the border. City the next. Yeah, it's on the border. City to the next. Yeah, it's on the border. City to the next. Yeah, it's on The Border. City Next. Yeah, it's on The border.