It's B. Lou, I be on the paper chase Rob a nigga, blast a nigga in his face Man down, yeah that's a murder case (Lil Bitch!) Free all my niggas fighting cases in they states We dem' niggas that increased the murder rates Take a nigga bitch, Take a nigga spouse (gimme that shit!) Pull out that chopper, and you know we air it out We dem' niggas that them hoes be talkin' 'bout This ain't no concert, but you know we rollin' loud I ain't 'bout that bullshit, I'm bout that action Anything for a hunnid, make it happen Pull up to a nigga scene, get to cappin' Leave a nigga sleep, no hotel I've been getting hella cheese, no rotel And I keep that 40 hot, nigga's gon melt 40 left his brains on the doorstep I'm all bout my money, nigga none' else (facts) I'm just tryna see a hundred bands (racks) A nigga hit a lick, do the runnin' man Remember first grade, I was sellin' that (B. Lou, B. Lou) Remember second grade, I was sellin' that (facts facts) Remember third grade, started sellin' crack Pull up to your scene, nigga where ya at? That bitch eat up on my dick like some Applejack (Yummy) And she havin' that Told the bitch, where the package at? Makin' plays, that's acrobats You can always find me, where a savage at? Glizzy on me, check that aftermath Went to school, but didn't pass math Pop a nigga like a lortab Got all these niggas mad (Prrr Prrr!)