Say man I don't give a f**k about the FEDs

D E A A T F Task Force Jump-out boys

Or your local neighborhood robbers

Baby I got to keep on pushin'

Well it's the king of the hover trade

And the sergeant of snow (Snow)

They call me Mr Killa Gram in

Case yo a** ain't know (Know)

I'm the boss baller of blow

When you come to the Gulf (Gulf)

Other cats holdin' some weight

But they ain't holdin' enough

I've been around way before

The Interstate was on fire (Fire)

Before they hid it

In the gas or the tire (Tire)

Before a motherf**ker

Even knew about a stash box

We just put work in the back of the car (Man)

And mashed out (For real)

Now ask a ni**a that was

Doin' it in nine-three

On the Interstate in a

Rental car you can find me

Suitcase is stuffed like a

Holiday turkey (Turkey)

Chopper right beside in

Case a ni**a try to jerk me (Jerk me)

I did the city thing plus

I played it out of state

Either way a ni**a was

Known for havin' a lot of weight

Try to knock me down

But it only made me bigger

Haters wanna see me fall

But a ni**a gotta keep on pushin'

I feel you Bun

I feel you Young

I mean I feel you

I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down

Competition gettin' hectic

I'm headed for out of town

What I was sellin' for twenty

Niggaz sellin' for ten

So I'm bout to take it to drastic

Measurements for my ends

My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz

And me I'm in a bucket but f**k it

That's how it is sh*t

I got an ounce about to cut it into stones

Next stop: Port Arthur

Texas I work it in the Lones

I'm a little ni**a on his

Hustle bout to rise

I was cuttin' seventeen

And I was only payin' five

A week went by

And a ni**a took that dry

Back to H-Town

With re-up about to score me nine

A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed

I cooked it for nine then

I stretched it for nine more

Whoa I'm that ni**a bakin'

With holes in his door

Crummy niggaz sellin'

That ether but f**k it sh*t sold

Ay no matter how hard it get you know I'mma:

Real talk real niggaz

Do real things you know they: (CHEEAAA)

You already know

Free Pimp C ni**a (LIFE NI**A)

U G K for motherf**kin' life

U S D A ni**a C T E ni**a (CHEAA)

You know them Houston niggaz

You know they niggaz

Keep on pushin' ni**a (PUSHIN)

G A niggaz you know they already:

Real niggaz do real things ni**a

You already know ni**a

C T E ni**a

Rap-A-Lot records (AYE AYE AYE)

One day you're here

The next day you're gone (WHAT )

Cuz some ni**a set

You up on the phone (DAMN)

Sh*t I play it how I go

I'm in a league of my own

You ain't gotta front me sh*t ni**a

I'm buyin' my own (HAHA)

Whether it's sixteen bars

Or sixteen bricks (CHEA)

Move 'em one at a time

I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT)

I'm in the kitchen with the white

Choppers by the back door (AYE)

Mind on my money

But I swear this sh*t stack dough (HAHA)

Square's in the closet

A hundred thousand in the box spring

Got the stash box

In the back of the Mustang (CHEA)

You know I keep a down

A** b**ch to dry that sh*t

Look I-T a ni**a yea she ride that sh*t

Hey I hustle harder

I hustle smarter (AYE)

Just left the magnum lot tried

To whip me up a charter (HAHA)

I'm so ahead of my time

Ahead of my grind

Look at snowman b**ch

It's a must that I shine (YEAAAA)

See my watch is like damn

My ears beggin' for attention (AYE)

A quarter mill around my neck

In case I forgot to mention

You niggaz actin' like hoes

So motherf**ker keep gushin'

I'mma do what the gangstas do

And ni**a keep pushin' (AYYEEE)

Pushin'

Keep on pushin'

I've got to keep on pushin'