Lyrics

Verse
i roll up tha block mayne, im too hot to hault mayne
my mouth full of clear rocks, but it aint my fault mayne
blame it on benji or andrew what jackson
in my pockets it be 100's and 20's im stackin
my pimp game aint lackin these punks out here actin
10 pennies or divas is all im attractin
and when im thru waxin its time for the passin
i cannot keep you girl so why u keep askin
i gotta get some mo doe dont blow dro blow sensi
milla fo real bruh u dont know what u missin
cds im dishin while blown up producin
im all about winning u used to what losin
so what im gone do dawg is go head and go off
sound off like a sawed off knock down what yo whole wall
bust down the bridges get dirty like trenches
cut down ya fences this just the beginnin

Chorus
Im a bout 2 blow up X5
Im a, Im a bout 2 blow up, Uhh
Im a bout 2 blow up X5
Im a, Im a bout 2 blow up, Uhh

Verse
u thank it was ova look here im a soulja
thank i done told ya but now im a show ya
puff on that dosier and sip on some hen dawg
fuck with some bitches now im in tha wind yall
just like trick daddy i aint in no caddy
get on my level like i was lil scrappy
talkin bout foreign the rover or beamer
escalades borin i need somehin meaner
that 05 mercedes that hoe straight up slammin
have all them ladies showin me they fanny
i aint say nuthin and guess what they grabbin
ask me to tag them and im quick to stab them
off on my way mayne im slidin on chizome
reclinin 2 tone with the hands free phone
hittin up my dawg bubb flaggin down my dawg B
actin like a nigga who aint neva had shit G

Chorus

Verse
i caint stop i wont stop just call me that young gun
im in this to get mine im in this to have fun
count tons of refunds and make it a rerun
stack piles to the ceilin one million and them some
so dont try and hate me and come at me fake G
im a shove u that what u done for me lately
wont feel no sorrow wont see you tomorrow
all i was told if you build it they follow
so i laid them bricks down, had no surround sound
put 16 on paper now im makin hits now
grindin and stuntin, blindin in somethin
so much vibration it will have yo girl cummin
i love what im doin my dream im pursuin
caint leave if i wanted im stuck like some glue man
i had to what show up, work till i throw up
like smokin at a gas station dawg, im bout to blow up

Chorus