[Intro]

This is a Dedication, motherfucker

This is Gangsta Grillz you bastards

[Verse]

Nigga, we bussin' and bussin' till the banger bust

No, we don't run for the Olympics, but the flame's with us

I got that 'tussin, that scummy and the angel dust

So pick your high, I will supply

And correct change is what's up

We bring the bus in, we bussin', like this thang's for us

You niggas is sleeveless, man, you can't hang with us

I got a bitch who speaks spanglish, she keep her bangles danglin'

And the cocaine is right up in her anus

Old Wayne is right up in the spot where he's supposed to be!

Got Hova at the game and now he coachin' me!

But I been the champion, happy as I ever been

Lampin' in the Hamptons like, what the fuck is a hammock?

The chef up in the kitchen like, what the fuck is a sammich?

I'm like we got to find middle ground, we need balance

Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage

I'm outstandin' like standin' outside up in the twister and walkin'

Not damaged

Standin' outside up in the blizzard and walkin' hot handed

Servin' nickel bags in Iraq, bet I will not panic

Swerve the nickel black if I wreck, bet I will not panic

Cop another one the next day and drive it crazier

The seats'll be lazier, shit'll be gravier

Nina Sarafeena my girl, so then I baby her

Waving her at you crazy, Fugazez I'm too brazy

Three brazies deep, we got .380s and P80s

Nice 9's, M10's

M1's and 12 Gauges

Shell casings, money put up for jail cases

Bail making

My momma say, "tuck your chain son! They'll take it"

I hit her with one of them stale faces like

I'll be damned, mama, they know who I am, mama

I'm still your little boy, but to them, I'm the man, mama

Fuck with your boy, man

Hollygrove the hood, nigga

Throw it in your face

'Till you get that understood