Yeah, what up, people?

This your boy B.L.U.

in the building repping the Sound Shop group.

Me and my nigga Short Shot finally hooked up, man, on some low-rise shit.

Showed out there to the boss.

Still popping them guns, man.

Dirty South Shootout, man.

That motherfucking B.A.

in the studio with his nigga.

Blowing that gun, Jermaine.

Keep the niggas right.

Low as a catfish.

That's what I'm talking about.

So we here, man, on some real A-State Lil' Rock shit.

Guns blazing like John Wayne, man, dual pistols.

Everybody doing it big.

Check us out, too, on the goddamn eMyspace, man.

Myspace.com backslash Soundchild Crew.

Soundchild Crew.

Tell me this.

Who's flying in the G5 airplane?

We got bad ass bitches.

My bread's tough, bread's tough, bar clean, my bitch tough, tough.

Much more.

Tell me this.

Who's fighting the G5 airplane?

Me.

Got bad ass bitches.

All eyes on me like Tupac.

What am I?

Everything you not.

Ballin' Rays off them true blocks Interior paint rims color coordinating

Yes, yes, it's blessed as if the Lord made it.

No, nigga, don't jack.

That's for your safe.

My gun's got heat since.

And no say get up.

I'm an expert in anything that I do.

No choose.

All diamonds are blue.

I know you heard about me.

No, I'm not worried about you.

Now I sit back, relax.

living on louis couches that's like the truth is out

Getting ready for what I'm bringing and who I'm out with.

You can flex right hard if you want to.

Meantime, who we gonna do what the fuck you want to?

Tell me this.

Who's flying in the G5 airplane?

We got badass business.

my bread's up red stock bar clean bar clean it's tough tough

much more who's fighting the g5 airplane we got bad ass

My bread's up, bread's up, my bar clean, my knees up, you want the cheese pie clean, who's

Flyer than a G5 airplane.

Got badass bitches playing choo-choo train.

Throw a stack up on it.

I throw a stack back, back.

Put some gangsters on it.

I'ma push some

I tell you boss.

It's the same.

Yeah, we killing the game.

Yeah, I'm an A&R.

But I got an AR that shoot real.

Go straight up through your car.

Fly it in flavor.

Yips, they yuck me in the heart.

hater.

Fuck what you talking about, my nigga?

We getting that paper.

I know you heard about us.

Hit

It's committed to shit.

H-U-E-Y, he fly.

He the type of guy that make a whole lot of money for his company.

How we live and never tricking, that's a felony.

I stay so high, I, I, I, I, I, I'm so fly, you niggas.

starting to call me G5.

Tell me this.

Who's flying in the G5 airplane?

We got badass bitches.

Plan dare game.

Sweep.

My bread suck.

Bread suck.

Bar clean.

Bar clean.

My bitch tough.

Tough.

much more changes who's fighting the g5 airplanes

My bread's up.

Bread's up.

My car clean.

My car clean.

Who's flyer than me?

Nobody.

Answer this.

What?

If you sick with money, I must be

I know you ballin', dawg.

I know you win the game, but I don't just talk about G5.

I really got a plane, but I ain't stunting on you, though.

It's just a Jeep

That's a nice car, but ain't no use in...

trying to G me.

See the difference between my lifestyle and yours is mine is X rated and you just barely hitting PG.

Ain't so tight as a wood.

How tight is your game?

Pain.

Yeah.

I can make a plain Jane.

be my main thing.

Get her flashy things, put her in the maturing.

I'm so proud they can't tell me a dang thing.

Tell them hoes to get in the lap.

If there ain't no more room, she can sit on your lap.

Now take this and this and that.

And this exactly what it look like if you get hit by a truck with a bunch of plants sitting in the back.

Who's flying in the G5 airplane?

We got badass bitches.

Tlander case.

My bread's up.

Bread's up.

Bar clean.

Bar clean.

My bitch tough.

Tough.

my children tell me this who's fighting the g5 airplane we got bad ass

My bread's up.

Bread's up.

My bar clean.

What's up?

Memphis trying to do a verse.