(T the Cartel) It's Mighty We ain't gon' talk or debate about it We just gon' pull up and do it I'm out of town with my pounds Touch down in Memphis, can't wait 'til I get to 'em I'm in the trap with the Drac' on me Rock Jeans and some Ewings Too famous for traffic, I don't give a fuck He want some P's, then I'm headin' to him Yeah, I got back in the trap with it Actavis, McDonald cup and the Act' overlap with it I do a show for some pounds of gas Then hit the trap and shoot craps with it They want me in it, I'm back in it I'm full of this kush and this 'yac in me Walk in this bitch like I'm Bishop Bitches so thick you think I'm with some fat bitches Buscemi, Prada, Margiela Bitch, come and dance with the devil I'm pourin' up for my grandma Her favorite color was yellow I'm livin' Kurt Angle, got the medal Gon' suck me off now if I let her I put like fifty pounds in the [?], hey Rockin' [?] in [?] Trap out a room in Buckhead Draco on me when I'm in the club I walk in this bitch like I'm bowlegged Fuck her and ain't give her no head Fucked her and ain't give her no bread I'm in the mansion [?] trap I'm in this bitch thuggin' with no bed Boom, my nigga, then bombed on 'em He in the bank with a gun on him He on the stage with a gun on him MAC-90 with the baton on it Still got snakes in my lawn want me Still got snakes in my lawn want me Boom, my nigga, then bombed on 'em He in the bank with a gun on him He on the stage with a gun on him MAC-90 with the baton on it Still got snakes in my lawn want me Still got snakes in my lawn want me