Thats It (feat. AD)

Yea. Aye. Yea Pull up on that Bitch Tucked it on that bitch Quarter grand thats big 100K that was easy Attitude on Eazy 100 rounds gotta protect the bussdown Niggas play me and I'm squeezing(Yea Thats It) Moet make her mo wet(uhh) Thick thighs and she bow-legged You a fake nigga and she know better She gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Aye Aye uh Big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run Half a mill the last four summers I dont trust you niggas So i dont tell you nothing (Yea Thats It) Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Uh Yea Uh Yea Uh Yea Uh Want it all you just want some Bought a 40 then I bought a drum Streets cold can't trust nothing Told the plug I'm trying touch something Trap jumping on a holiday(jump) Tryna' get it I know a 100 ways 3 a day make a 100k For a G a piece she made a 100 plays Quarter of that on a loft flat Big ballin you big mad Bring it back that's a big bag Yea... I been up I just lost track Bounce. Bounce back... never had to Shit on niggas. I'd be glad to Say you real that's half true Shut em' down that's what facts do Yea Ok I did it my way You silly niggas just in the way(uh) Always Bitching always need a favour Gotcho' bitch in my face trying find labor Hit that hoe cuz I'm super petty You took her back but she never left me I took a chance now the bag heavy She could make a mill if her mind ready Moet make her mo wet Thick thighs and she bow-legged You a fake nigga and she know better(aye) She gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Aye Hey Uh Big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run Half a million the last four summers I dont trust you niggas So i dont tell you nothing(Yea Thats It) Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Uh Yea Uh (Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea) Thats It 40 cal make em backflip I was down bad my whole life Now a nigga ballin up in Saks Fifth(true) AK with the black grip Dont you ever ever think its rap shit(no) Compton City really clap shit Ima' hit em up on my pack shit I mean Pac. on my block Either codeine or the crystal rocks We aint testifying 69 See dat boy... He get shot Steady schemin' tryna' get a knot Seen you slippin' tryna' get the box Hit the Cway tryna' dip the cops Double back we tryna' get the opps I aint playing wit no rappers Run his mouth he'll need doctor(yea he will) Tommy Egan with the power(Why) Ima' shoot it out like Proctor(Woah) Got a taste for some Crusteceans Need a Sea Bass and some lobster Ima modern day Al Capone Living life like a mobster. Hey(go) Moet make her mo wet Thick thighs and she bow-legged You a fake nigga and she know better She gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Aye Aye Huh Big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run Half a mill the last four summers I dont trust you niggas So i dont tell you nothing(Yea Thats It) Yea Thats It Yea Thats It Yea Uh Yea Uh Yea Uh Yea Uh