[Verse One]

Yeah

The Commi$$ioner

Yeah border patrol

Border patrol

Everybody comin in

Y'all check each car one by one

I got my facial done up like Frankentein

I build up thangs, I put your ass on your mind

Mr. Weebles Wobble, 7 cents around when I sell marbles

Girls get up early, yeah, get to the bathroom and gargle

The motorcycle helmets with my crocos

Drink cases in the corner by myself, vomit a lil' bit and crack the bottles

Park the Fleetwood bro, lean to the side in my sombrero

With white dogs in the backseat, the dogs feel the back heat

Whitewall tires slide on all 360's in the street

That's how I do Freak Week, camcord on record

Shootin porn movies at the Greek, chicks called Candy compete

8F float, Danny compete, my boys come up meat markets

Bags grill set up the chopped meat

Trucks can't come in, we stop meat

That was our purse, two exhaust pipes, 28 inch rims

With a Hemi on the hearse

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Border patrol

Don't cross that line {*4X*}

Don't cross that liiiine

[Verse Two]

Border patrol, haha, don't cross that line boy

Gettin the money, that's what the mission is

Stop the yappin like a politician it's

Cryin like them bitches

You a grown man, you on your period?

Hillbilly, I'ma speak the truth

I'ma keep it real, stomper who?

Gettin paid, that's all on you

Get up off your ass, do what you gotta do

Keep lookin at me cause I'm from the 'Ville

Cross the line, caps get pealed

What'chu know about the boy they call Hill

Be a few years 'fore I'm bustin that steel

From New York to the Down South

In the Midwest I'm what they they talkin about

The whole country ring, did you hear his name

But I ride the track, like a subway train

I'm on the grind, 365

Hard on 'em, but I gotta survive

I'm a soldier, on the frontlines

AK with a 45 down to ride

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Border patrol...

Breakin hoes, fresh clothes, pocket makin paper rolls

This is what I do, that's the life, that a player chose

Nice whips equal thick hips, so I'm flippin chips

Tired of bricks, that's why I'm in the studio, lettin it rip

I'm the truth, this is proof, vibin on a different loop

Grab a pen, let it loose, 'til labels give me recoup

All we need, City of a God when it come to rap

It's a wrap, that's a fact, look at where I started at

I'm all in, makin bread, dodgin feds, gettin head

From the baddest chick, that's that shit, check what Petey said

He the man, what a plan, soon they'll all understand

What I'm all about, that's no doubt, pocket pickin man

Yeah, I said

[Chorus]

Border patrol {*echoes*}