Lyrics
Yo Shawn, send them niggas down the way so they can get bombed
They don't know I got the land mines in the lawn
All eyes on me, I'mma get you sucker
From the moment that you pull the truck up
Get the fuck out and shut the fuck up
You getting stuck up in front of all your niggas at the Rucker
Tough luck motherfucker unless you want everybody to suffer
Stop it before I cock back and put some hot shit up in the cockpit
And get on some on the block shit all up in your pockets
It's not a game, give me the chain, six in the door
One in the brain, fifth gear, gassing the floor, switching the lanes
I gets down diggy down down flexing downtown
Six bitches in the whip equipped with surround sound
Send a bump and so the hood know I'm coming through in a minute
Windows tinted when you see me in it thought it was a rented (nope)
As you can see it's just Jim and his women
His men in the six truck procession behind us
Jim and them keep gentlemen trembling
Could be some trouble simmering
Remember when I used to stomp niggas out with the Timberlands
A hundred niggas outside the club, Jim get them in
But if a bag of cinnamon brown skin shorty then I'm in to win
I'm Jim nigga, need trim like a big truck need rims
Like a baller need a Maybach Benz, what?
Shorty hit me up, I call back then, yup, yup, yup