Shoulder Play

Yeah, yeah
Big dawg, shit, believe that
What, what it is? Bitch
Salute me when you see me, nigga, ’cause I’m a soldier
You ain’t recognize, you ain’t notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder
I’m a G and I’ma run this shit like a G know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia
I’m a convicted felon bearing illegal guns without no holster
I’ma catch you, feelin’ badly, ain’t even wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I’m a gangster nigga, she know how to hold me
I’ll stick the dice game that my friend attend
Then tell ’em one of them niggas owes me
Know this ho just tryna play me close ’cause I know this and I know fo’sho-ly
Tryna get me at a pinpoint, you was gonna let ’em rollercoast me
I ain’t far from ’round, I brought my boy straight out the Nola
I got brown drippin’ from my nose, don’t think once ‘fore to bash me
You don’t know me, bitch
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school
Who’ll whoop one of you dumb niggas from thinkin’ that you deadly
Look, I got my llama, nigga
I want all the problems, whoa, whoa
Tell my lil’ brother, “Keep them choppers from up out my mama house”
Bitch, tell your mammy watch her mouth, I make my cousin walk her down
Courtney, Fat Slim, Sweet Pea and I got some straight up out the South
Be on gangsta shit, from my family tree just lookin’ down
This for my Uncle Eddie, real stick-up artist, ain’t make it home
I don’t want that bitch, she salt me down
Strung out on dope, ho, leave me ‘lone
I’m fresh as fuck, that ain’t enough, she still bought them niggas’ songs
That’s why my baby still show love, dirty bitch, I held you down
I catch your BD at the club and I might knock his ass down
Bitch, I’m a thug, now move your cappin’ ass around
Got plenty rounds, I’m in this bitch with all my rounds, yeah
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school
Who’ll whoop one of you dumb niggas from thinkin’ that you deadly
You best call the Feds, ain’t no sense to hold your head
These bullets rippin’ through your hand and we pull off once you dead
I’m with them murder babies, they on it crazy, they know that I’m paid
I talk, I’m concentrated, I’m medicated, so everything be red
I let them shooters get ’em, they too official, I’ll make sure that they fed
You keep that secret, so you takin’ care your ass, I respect that
Bitch, we’ll tell ’em move you from your dads with your dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, “Don’t run with 10, ” get on y’all ass
Salute me when you see me nigga, ’cause I’m a soldier
You ain’t recognize, you ain’t notice how I tote that chopper on my shoulder
I’m a G and I’ma run this shit like a G know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think they brought Slim back from Magnolia