it da club jump tha whole line

Hell you talmbout

Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound

Hell you talmbout

Said that I aint got it on me right now

Hell you talmbout

Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down

Hell you talmbout

Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout

What da hell you talmbout



Travis Porter hit tha limit zone 6 kickin it

Got tha bad girls feelin it

Travis Porter, Waka, Frenchie, man this shit ridiculous

Drop that turnt up and got tha whole club feeling this

Riverdale to East

Atlanta man I know you sick of it

O lets do it stayin on some pimpin shit

Never know what Imma say tha way that I be flippin it

Never got a hit, man, the way that I be pitching it



Hit da club jump tha whole line

Hell you talmbout

Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound

Hell you talmbout

Said that I aint got it on me right now

Hell you talmbout

Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down

Hell you talmbout

Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout

What da hell you talmbout



What tha hell you talking bout?

I don't think you understand

I got stacks on top of stacks my wallet is rubberbands

F.R.E.N.C.H.I.E.

I said in my last rhyme this is tha las time

That a nigga try me

Squad and Travis Porter lets get this game in order

Still dunking with Waka Flame crusin in your daughter

A hundred nigga at tha door but Imma jump tha line

I aint got no time to wait

PATIENCE COME WITH TIME



I might dress this way but don't take it wrong

What you think they call me Ali for

I'll crack your dome

Oh my god so don't come at wrong Travis and

So Icey we like 5-0 strong

Oh my god Oh my god

So I suggest you not tha whole
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East Atlanta with me what tha you talmbout



Gettin money, gettin money, all these niggas talk about

I aint never flexed up in my song

HELL YOU TALMBOUT



Hit da club jump tha whole line

Hell you talmbout

Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound

Hell you talmbout

Said that I aint got it on me right now

Hell you talmbout

Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down

Hell you talmbout

Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout

What da hell you talmbout



All tha way turnt up

Drank forth, jumpin on the furniture

Breakfast at tha waffle house 20 sausage biscuits

Hold up excuse ma'am what come on a sausage biscuit

Hold up freeze let me get my team

Call my nigga

Flocka tell him bring tha whole thing

Now who tha hell you talmout?

Who tha hell are you?

Say you got a pistol

Who tha hell you gonna shoot?



I love tha way they run their mouth

My name is always their mouth

I'll have them run up in your house

If I was you I'd watch my mouth



Guallos in my wallet

I got guallos in my pocket

I GOT M-O-N-E-Y

Reppin Brick Squad till I die

In tha club high yes I'm always fresh and fly

Man I'm fly like bird, cuz I'm high like a plane

It can be tha first of June I can bring May back

Hell you talmbout have them goons runnin asap



Hit da club jump tha whole line

Hell you talmbout

Fuck a quarter ee get da whole pound

Hell you talmbout

Said that I aint got it on me right now

Hell you talmbout

Fuck around tha whole hood hold me down

Hell you talmbout

Oh, oh, da hell you talmbout

What da hell you talmbout

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