Soulja Slim Flow

Fogged up the windows, hotbox, it is cloudy in this car

Paranoid when I outside, I leave one up in the chamber

This for the murderers, burglars, lawbreakers, and money takers

Them niggas, they be armed and dangerous

Make yo disappear like it's the matrix

I got reservations to be rich and make some mills like I'm meek

Make some bands off a parlay and hit on all of em just this week

I keep the heat-a on me, knock him out the park

And stomp him out with soldiers on my feet

I'ma always come cutthroat, that if it ain't real it ain't me

What you get is what you see, can never switch up on Jay

I ain't never switchin' up on three

Niggas get down tell the business in front of them people

I ain't fuckin' with you cheese-eaters, rat niggas, this shit get evil

And with all that pump fakin, yeah, this shit got me drove

The Glock so hot, cook a nigga, like he fell up on a stove

I done hopped out on feet, I done spinned up in a Jeep

No hesitation tryna put some to sleep when we meet

Swung the door of a Honda, nigga turn track stars turned to runners

Better pray, cause I'm a hunter, turn that corner I'm right in front ya

Deep down in that south way, way under

MBK, had bodies droppin' one summer

Analyzing any adversary before I send em to they maker

Some niggas snort powder, but me, I'm addicted to that paper

Always live that street life, ain't never knew how to treat life

Adapt to any situation I'm facin, always know I'm gon' be right

Impulsive, I don't think twice

Posted on the block with a hoodie and some g-nikes

Keep it movin, keep it rollin' like a green light

I done did some things I won't explain and I won't tell

So if they lock me in them chains, I ain't gon' change up in that cell

Write me and I'ma write you back until I make bail

Tell her put some money on my books and when I come home, I'ma fuck her well

From what I was told, I'ma hit the road, be in the independent

Pushin' myself to the max, it's facts, I ain't got no limit

I want that cash money, I'm chasin' after that ticket

I'm a hustler for that paper, countin' up numbers and digits

I talk my shit, cause I'm really bout that shit, no, ain't no runnin

Can't get out it once you in it, better learn to keep that on you

Try to stretch you in the streets, leave you deceased

When I squeeze, your body freeze, a murder, up in that first degree