[Intro]

Westside nigga

Hey

[Chorus: T.I.]

(BANKHEAD) I got my .44 and my dro

And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho

Now where am I 'posed to go?

[Verse 1: T.I.]

See me riding in a Chevy, .44 on the seat

With a quarter O of blow, gettin' loaded wit C

No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D

Riding Fulton Indy, where we normally be

They pull us over, you think I'm stopping, you must be fucking with me

If they don't want to die tonight, they best stop fucking with me

I'mma pull over in bowen home my cousin and B

And they gon' hide me in they home while they looking for me

[Verse 2: Big Kuntry King]

Hey, we the neighborhood superstars

Couple Chevys, pulling hard

Thousand dollars worth of dimes in the trap with rockstars

We putting fear in cowards' hearts when they see us on the block

Swerving in the deuce and quarter, busting shots just because

The hell I care about getting caught, I'm making bail by twelve o'clock

Back in the spot with the same bomb-serving drops

I pull a ho in Bangkok, dropped her off at Tip's spot

I'm burning rubber, fuck the cops, another day on my block

[Chorus: T.I.]

(BANKHEAD) I got my .44 and my dro

And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho

Now where am I 'posed to go?

[Verse 3: Mac Boney]

I'm Cadillac daddy, pulled up on some hoes from old Natty

I said I'm Pimp Squad, ho, what's happening

Westside get them panties snapping

She asked me, can I do the Laffy Taffy?

I said I do the 'make the pussy happy'

Let's get a room over on Virginia

Step inside a suite and then continue

You're in for a little fender bender

Baby, just remember, make it quick

These niggas kind of know me, I'm the shit

[Verse 4: C-Rod]

I'm in a bubble kush Chevy, well at least that's what it smells like

Hit the gas, blue fire blowing out the tailpipe

Tailpipe, that's all these hoes wanna lick for the night

I treat 'em like Tina, beat that pussy and you call me Ike

That's right, monster ride sitting on the twenty-eights

It sound like a stadium, you would've thought the Braves played

The engine running like Vick, with the Falcons on the hood

Mr., Mr. Westside, yeah you know they in my hood

[Chorus: T.I.]

(BANKHEAD) I got my .44 and my dro

And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho

Now where am I 'posed to go?

[Verse 5: AK]

Ain't no telling where I'm going, 'less I'm stepping out

Sippin on the high life, windows up, in the clouds

Open up the console, that's where I got my gun

Right next to that, get that bag and roll another one

I got the vitamins, make a freak fuck all night

Hoes know, killers on the Westside earn stripes

Make that money turn bright, just look at my piece and my grill

Swerving off Church Street, the pimp God gave me skills

[Verse 6: Young Dro]

I was born up in Bankhead, y'all remember me

Way back in '83, T.I. stayed up the street from me

Just cause I'm from Bankhead, niggas having beef with me

Half never seen a G in a cap in my Beamer V

Ten screens falling, my Chevy watching Lean On Me

Riding down Simpson, 'bout to waste my purple lean on me

Purple linen clean on me, the whole zone three on me

Waffle House Charger, yellow-black, I got a bee on me

[Chorus: T.I.]

(BANKHEAD) I got my .44 and my dro

And my Chevy on twenty-fours, and my ho

Now where am I 'posed to go?