My Music Lyrics - On Top Of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Dis dat soso def shit 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club 

Every time I do it, u know just who I do it fo' 

My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip club 

And fa my top cats thats block cruisin' 

Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block music 

And any club, any party don't rock dis 

I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it 

And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates 

They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate 

Movin dem o's makin' dey pension 

We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches 

My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood 

I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u know just how I do it 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club 

Im the shit you can't say Im not 

I keep white keep purp like a crayon box 

Aay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie 

Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire 

Put it in my hands, I can make it go 

If I can't move it then I'ma call Tony yo 

I let the bullets from my gun spread 

Sippin' hard while u down on the corn bread 

First I droppin the mix 

Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8 bricks 

Yup, in my white tee so u know I keep it white 

And I keep green like a traffic light 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club 

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the little b 

One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree 

Movin thru yo city like a muthafuckin mayor 

Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin care 

Im the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock 

A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked 

Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a bread box 

And im'a keep on pushin even when the fed's flop 

I represent the trill, I stand up fo the hood 

Im holdin down the underground just like a nigga should 

UGK and DFB we do it fo the block 

Dem d boyz in the trap holdin work keepin it cocked 

It dont stop 

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's 

The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay 

Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders 

Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders 

Thats gangsta I doin fo the thugz 

And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug 

Shipped across the border from purp to the cola 

I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz 

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns 

Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son 

B. un is out the test u wanna test son 

My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy 

Make my music for the boyz with the O's 

The old school pro's in the strip club