(*scratching*)
[Kyleon]
Smoking on this killa, I'm sipping on some'ing good
Comin down in some'ing candy, and I'm grippin on some'ing wood
I'm leaning and feeling good, man a n*gga too gone
Moving slow like cars, going through a school zone
Kyleon, got the drank in the mix again
And he blowing on them hydro, sticks again
With a nice dime yellow bone, b*tch again
Finna open her mouth pull it out, and stick it in
I know they like the way them non-stoppers, twist and spin
The way they make all the young boppers, throw fits and grin
No fifths of Henn, cause my n*ggas don't like getting drunk
We like firing the blunts, and we like getting crunk
So open and c*ck the pump, in your mask and push ya
And punk you suckas, like Ashton Kutcher
And let bullets get in your head, like Aspirin n*gga
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, if you asking n*gga
You better show some respect, when I'm passing n*gga
Before I have ya ass, hundred yard dashing n*gga
I'ma use my sh*t, if I'm flashing n*gga
Pull the trigga, and put one up in your fashion n*gga
(*scratching*)