T.I. Follow

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

Ya see me ridin in the chevy 44 on the seat

With a quarter "o" of blow gettin loaded with C

No tag no license, trunk loaded with d

Ridin fluids in the e, when we know to be

If you wanna assault ya think I'm stoppin' you must be fuckin’ with me

If they don’t wanna die tonight

They best stop fuckin’ with me

Ima pull over in bowen homes

And my cousins with me

And they gon hide me in they home while they lookin’ for me

We the neighborhood superstar

Pimp a chevy pullin’ hard

Thousand dollars worth of dimes

In the trunk with rockstars

We puttin fear in cowards hearts

When they see us on the block

Swirvin’ in the deuce and quarter

bustin shots just because

The hell I care about gettin caught

Im makin’ bail by 12 o’clock

Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop

I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off at T.I.Ps spot

Im burnin’ rubber fuck the cops

Another day on my block

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

I'm Cadillac Daddy pulled up on some hoes from old natty

said I'm Pimp Squad hoe what’s happenin

West Side gettin them panties snappin

She asks me can I do the Laffy Taffy

I said I do it to make the pussy happy

Lets get em room over in Virginia

Step inside a sweet ??and contend it??

You in here for a lil fender bender

Baby just remember make it quick

You niggas kinda know me im the shit

Im the in the bubble, kush Chevy

Well at least that’s what it smells like

Hit the gas, poof, I blowin out the tailpipes

Tailpipe that’s all these hoes wanna lick for the night

I treat them like Tina beat the pussy and ya call me Ike

That’s right monsta ride sittin’ on the 28's

It sounds like a stadium, you woulda thought the braves played

The engine runnin’ like Vick

What the falcons on ya hood

Mr. Mr. Westside

Yeah and you know they in my hood

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

Aint no tellin where im goin’, once I'm steppin’ out

Sippin on the high life

Windows up in the clouds

Open up the console that’s where I got my gun right

After that get the finger role and blow one

I got the "vitamins" make em freak

fuck all night

Hoes know killas on the Westside

Earn stripes make the money turn right

This the kid just to get my peeps and my grillz swirvin’

Off church street all the pimp God gave me skills

I was born up in Bankhead

Dro you all remember me

Way back in 83', T.I. stayed on the street for me

Just cause im from Bankhead, niggas havin’ beef with me

Half never seen a G, in the cab of my beamer V

10 screens fallin', my Chevy watchin’ lean on me

Ridin’ down simpson about to waste my Purple lean' on me

Purple ?? isn't clean ?? on me, the whole zone three wit me

waffle house charges

yella Black I got a bee on me

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go

I got my 44's, and my dro

And my Chevy on 24's

And my hoe, now where am I supposed ta go