I move the damn thing,
I move the, I move the damn thing
I move the damn thing,
I move the, I move the damn thing
I move the damn thing,
I move the, I move the damn thing
I wake up and head straight for the kitchen,
You would think Im making beats all this bass in this kitchen,
I'm tony the tiger, frosted flakes in the kitchen,
My b-tches back up for a living,
Yeah those my BNA's,
Butt Naked Assistance,
And they keep the house smelling good like incense,
And I know n-ggas wanna run up in my interest,
But big guns keep the dogs out like fences,
Trespass here but there's no exits,
Just a bunch of n-ggas in red ready to set (?)
Boy you ever seen that heckling, Koch cop,
Make a n-gga head lift then drop
And all my b-tches thats down there so fine,
N-ggas swallow coke lines and follow road signs,
Ya dig, they get from point A to point B,
Point C is me!
Where the cash at?
Ok I got it on Monday,
I was too busy Tuesday,
I opened it on Wednesday,
By Thursday I was moving,
Friday it was gone by the weekend I was cruising,
Peak into the alley watch them shoot it like a movie,
Monday comes back and I just redo it,
The letters are OG, I ain't tryin' GQ it,
Terminator guns I just T2 it,
My eyes are like bullets and I can see to it,
And I'm in the kitchen when they're ain't no ham,
Just me and these 28 grams,
Now step aside and let me demonstrate man,
You got to cut it while it's hot,
Or you end up with a block,
And if you end up with a block,
That's when you end up with a block,
That is no longer street,
That is not on my shop,
Stubborn ass coke, sit down in my pot,
Every time I turn the fire up,
It just rise to the top.