My Music (Dem Franchize Boyz)

Dis dat so so def shit Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club Every time I do it, you know just who I do it fo' My o.g. niggas, my girls in the strip club And fa my top cats that's block cruisin' That's for the coops serve the rocks on the block music And any club, any party don't rock dis I'm sendin' my trend dog its lean wit it, rock wit it And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates They do what they gotta do and hustle at a top rate Movin' dem o's makin' dey pension We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches My ghetto niggas and bitches know how to keep it hood I keep it gutta I'm a gangsta you know just how I do it Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club I'm the shit you can't say I'm not I keep white keep purp like a crayon box Ay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire Put it in my hands, I can make it go If I can't move it then I'm a call Tony yo I let the bullets from my gun spread Sippin' hard while you down on the corn bread First I droppin' the mix Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8 bricks Yup, in my white tee so you know I keep it white And I keep green like a traffic light Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club Yo pimpin', you know who it be its B.U.N to the little be One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedigree Movin' through yo' city like a muthafuckin' mayor Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin' care I'm the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked Sellin' mo yayo than you could stuff in a bread box And I'm a keep on pushin' even when the fed's flop I represent the trill, I stand up fo' the hood I'm holdin' down the underground just like a nigga should U-G-K and D-F-B we do it fo' the block Dem d boyz in the trap holdin' work keepin' it cocked It don't stop I make my music for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders That's gangsta I doin' fo' the thugs And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug Shipped across the border from purp to the cola I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molders Pond shop niggas, keep a couple handguns Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son Bun is out the test you wanna test son My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy Make my music for the boyz with the O's The old school pro's in the strip club