[Intro: Webbie]

(Fo' sho')

Trill E.N.T young savage

I'm a motherfucking fool

Check me out

[Chorus]

Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

You got it straight, lil' boo

And with them lips, she get low

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse 1: Webbie]

Nigga, you's a hoe, nigga, I'm showroom flo', lambo do'

Twenty fo', bad bitch pro, purple weed, smoke pure white dope

Type of nigga, you ain't never seen befo'

She's so G code, deep throat, beast mode

Man a nigga wrist froze and it ain't even much cold

Sittin' low, another ticket it'll be all a nigga need

One of them bitches pull me over and fuck up all a nigga weed

I got all the lil' freaks, callin' all a nigga thieves

Tellin' lies to 'em whatever that it takes to get me

I be blockin' beatin' blingin' phone ringin' off the leash

Kids run and try to see me haters stuntin' tryna be me

I fuck 'em 'til they sleepy, I duck 'em soon I leave 'em

Don't trust 'em, I don't need 'em, I know you see me eatin'

I made y'all believers, I bet now y'all believe me

I wear the trill chain round a hoe just to tease her

[Chorus]

Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

You got it straight, lil' boo

And with them lips, she get low

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse 2: Young Dro]

I'm Nitro, whip full of geico

07 Kawasaki green motorcycle

When I was locked up I was goddamn iso

Fuck you bitch I'm bad like Michael

Slugs knock the meat up out yo ass like lipo

Ten grand get a nigga killed with a rifle

My penthouse taller than the goddamn Eiffel

I rap for the money but I'm used to selling white coke

Ralph Lauren, white low strategize typo

Ask Jim Carrey, I'm a dog like milo

Might go, overseas wet vet mob

I'm swimming in Aruba with the hammerhead sharks

When I whip out the benz the phantom get parked

Tote brown linen, probably getting shot

Now you the type a nigga prolly getting

This a ol' school boy, 87 sharp (Dro)

[Chorus]

Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

You got it straight, lil' boo

And with them lips, she get low

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Verse 3: Webbie]

Man I'm so iced out (Iced out)

And running ya mouth about a G will get you so lights out

I fuck ya hoe lights out, all on the floor at the house

But I don't go to the house 'cause I don't trust her at all

I had to hustle to ball, now I just thug it and ball

And they done went for my chain, and I done went for they brain

Got pistols hotter than pain, my diamonds shine in the paint

Flip-flop change colors like some fools in the game

My hoes can fill up a bus, my niggas pull up in trucks

Man I'm a nation wide artist, you still local as fuck

Do I sound focused or what? man just check out the cuts

I'm feeling go head and retire I just made twenty one

And the doubters can keep doubting

The pouters can keep pouting, bad bitches keep shouting

Jail niggas just hold it down 'cause it ain't gone be long

Just keep on being strong, take a picture of my mothafuckin' arms

[Chorus]

Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know

You got it straight, lil' boo

And with them lips, she get low

Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know