Me Too

Lil Boosie, nigga (Badazz, real nigga)

You down to ride, nigga? (You down to ride, nigga?)

Man, I was raised 'round thugs, nigga

Man, it's Lil Boosie the 2005 juvie in the hemi with the tooly

I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes

With a look up on my face that say homicide (homicide)

Come take a ride to Baton Rouge where I'm running loose

With a gun in hand everyday, like Tupac in Juice

Got my lil' nigga in the back seat with a black hood

With a doja of the backwood

Rubberbands on his fingers, you know my nigga stack good

It's wheel of fortune my nigga (bling)

Still bustin' them triggers

And I might stuck lil' daddy, but I'll touch one of you niggas

Let me run it by my Big Boi, Big Curb and Hemlock

Big Jock and Kenyock and Teedo gon' straight knock yo' head off

Southside levy dog

'Til I'm gon' with a heater for you people who gon', disrespect me wrong

That iron, that iron, nigga know I got mine

Nigga know that I'll blind any nigga who want my shine, oh

Don't get me started

Don't make me get so retarded, I have to shut down the party

With a .40 on my waist

You niggas gon' hate

Hollerin' that we riding choppa, you better stack up ya K, nigga

Yeah, you 'bout yo' mind, nigga? Me too, shit, me too, sh-, me too

Yeah, you slangin' iron, nigga? Me too, slangin' iron, me too, me too

Yo' clique of niggas down to ride, nigga?

Me too, shit, we down to ride, me too, me too

Yeah, you on the grind, nigga? Me too, me too, me too

Back to the facts, my niggas got stacks

That shit you tryna do, we been did that

My nigga Bleak up in the street, with a .44 revolver

Hollerin' boy play with Hatch and I'm going straight, deadly departure

I-V-Y, and that's my nigga

And we ride or die, chasing these figures

Got me fucked up with your last mate, I ain't ya fuckin' classmate

You talk shit get duct tape, now look at you, fuck face

I been the best, gon' be the best, 'cause I live what I'm talking

Been hustlin' 'fore I remember, I really be ballin'

I got a 320 Benz, a .45 on the hip

22 inches on a hemi, and my records they sellin'

For them convicted felon like I can't get ballin' DVD

Wish they could see me, right now, I'm three-deep

I gotta send a CD to the pen for my niggas who got ten

Feelin' like they just can't win

For my nigga Headbusta, head buster, these niggas scared of us

We thug love lil' daddy, you could call us blood brothers

Don't make me get that choppa for ya sista and yo' motherfuckin' mama

Talkin' 'bout you 'bout that drama

Yeah, you 'bout yo' mind, nigga? Me too, shit, me too, sh-, me too

Yeah, you slangin' iron, nigga? Me too, slangin' iron, me too, me too

Yo' clique of niggas down to ride, nigga?

Me too, shit, we down to ride, me too, me too

Yeah, you on the grind, nigga? Me too, me too, me too

Man, this last one for people who be asking

"How you get that shit and ya ain't even went platinum?"

(Get out my business, bitch)

I would say, but the Feds in the hood today

Packin' us up like it's Judgment Day

But my thugs, don't say a thang

You run yo' mouth, you get knocked off, that's the fuckin' game

They say they watchin' us man, shit, me too

You think that I ain't been watchin' you in my fuckin' rearview

I would get a nigga to steal you, but my city small

And if we drop one of you bitches, we gon' really ball

This for my niggas in the club with that liquor in them

Finna get that four nickel in them, that four nickel in them

Yeah, this here for them niggas (that think)

Who think that you ain't 'bout what they 'bout

That's how they be feelin'

And they don't even know a nigga, man

You know what I'm sayin'?

That when they get fucked up

Hollerin' 'bout this and that, a nigga ridin'

We don't ride like that, dawg

Get your money up, nigga

We out this bitch, you ready? Me too (bitch)