"For the Non Detroiters Who dont know who is who" Verse 1: Payroll Verse 2: HBK Verse 3: Dre Armani Verse 4: Overlord Scooch Verse 5: Brightmo Roc (RIP) Verse 6: Clay Baby Verse 7: Brightmo Maine Verse 8: Big Quis
It's incredible how every verse hits the mark, no misses. Along with the straight banger of beat, this is honestly one of my very favorite posse songs. That says a lot coming from a major Three 6 Mafia/No Limit supporter. Classic
[Intro: Payroll Giovanni] Yuh, BYLUG, Mob Shit, 41 [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] Look into the eyes of a hustler and tell me what you see A nigga that could turn a eight-ball into a Ki A nigga that could turn pocket lint into a G I'm speaking humbly, niggas can't fuck with me I live my life like a Mob movie Sippin' champagne in my jacuzzi Dresser full of all kind of jewelry Even more in the deposit box Came from swapping rocks on my mommas block Visioning all type of drops I grew up hearing all kinda shots Was small time but I'm a timer now, I'm buying furs for mama now I still call my Presidential Rolex Obama, I ain't the one to bother When the fuck you copping? stop asking bout the prices If I want my time wasted I'll buy another Breitling Just got a batch in strong like Tyson Icy like Floyd and hell nah we ain't fighting [Verse 2: HBK Kidd] I tear the mall down when I shop at Twelve Oaks Velcro strapped on the Louis's, you in shell toes Nail hoes for the simple fact my mail long That's your bitch? I smack her ass til her tail swole When I buy Moet I buy it just to spill rose Lil hoes eyes pop wishing they could feel on HB, if you wanna fuck say please All these chains around my neck a nigga can't breathe Smack a nigga with the cannon, the bitch say cheese Looking at me wrong, hit 'em with the right and shake knees I'm a dog and I shake fleas Make cheese off rap but I could take some hoes and break 3 Lately, I've been going through a lotta shit Like should I wear the Red Bottoms or the Pradas bitch If you hating better stop the shit Cause your bitch BYLUG'ed out She wishing she could mop the clique Pop the Cris on the boat pour it in the lake Redbone on a date, Morton's on the plate Met your girl on the 4th, scoring on the 8th She wanna see me on the 10th, I'm touring on that date [Verse 3: Dre Armani] Paved the way, Big Unc, y'all my nephews Pay let me get the keys, see what the Vette do I don't want the .40, see what this tec do Girl I don't want that pussy see what that neck do 700 on tennis shoes Ask around, check the background, we been them dudes My mans got killed fucking around with dog food Man I swear to God I got so many war wounds [Verse 4: Overlord Scooch] In my hood I'm legendary, this rap shit secondary I'm never worried, you would get blew if it was necessary Niggas shoot like Stephen Curry, they equipped with 30's We stretchin birdies from Miami just like Testaverde Nigga hood full of heroin addicts Money probably compare to your daddies Blow your ass right there in your Caddy Tryna play the boss role but you barely can manage I was at a stand still like the mannequin challenge Now a nigga out here losin' his mind I'm not a swiper I'm just crispy Don't ever get confused with this grind I'll have my Bronx niggas put a few in your ride I'm a OG, but still gotta move with the times Nigga Forgis on the Monte, keep the stocks on the Vette Pull up on your bitch, drop the top then I dip If you kill me, I'ma die with respect Try it in your hood it won't fly on the 6 [Verse 5: Doughboy Roc] I used to think I was the man in the Benz (I swear) I thought I was up when I had a ten Now it seems silly, I'm trying to get a milli I'm with Kidd I ain't talkin' bout Gillie shoutout to Philly We been making y'all, bossin' for years, ya'll got amnesia? Doughboyz Cashout we walking freezers Used to buy hoes pints, I buy the liter She got a fat ass and she loyal she a keeper Most of these hoes play roles like they ain't fuckable All these dollars and this power, nigga, I'm untouchable Boy feel the same way I guess thats what some Buffs will do I'ma motherfuckin' dog, I ain't cuffin' you [Verse 6: Clay Baby] Ayy 7 mile made me, Gotti Boys raised me Doughboyz saw me shine and move a gram to a eighthy A eighthy to a half, a half to a whole thang Moral of the story stack like low and just maintain Your time gon' come and when it do nigga win Arm' just pulled up a hundred pounds and couple bricks He told me don't call until I'm close to the end Family over everything, rich niggas win Loyalty over Royalty, my family tought me well Now it's money, cars, bitches, draped in Chanel I'm forever up even if I fail Streets love me fo'sho, ask my clientele [Verse 7: BMO Maine] I said I was cutting my hair when I touch a hundred Well guess what I had an appointment this morning Got a bad bitch that's boring and a young bitch that's horny So stop textin' what you bout to do Cause when your mouth full of diamonds You can ask "what that mouth do" I just dig her like a plumber do I asked my plug if he had Snapchat He just laughed, said nah, but follow me on Cash App You just got motivated when Pay droppedPayface? I been getting money when Sting had the red face WWE: Weed, weed, everything A motherfucking hustler, I can get you anything From pounds to Giffys, you need a TV hit up 60 You need some clarity, show you where Gary be You need some soft, it really ain't that hard Your mans in prison, I can get them bars on the guard [Verse 8: Big Quis] I'm never stepping on the scene without a shooter or two Stack my money up, and then I went from Ubers to coupes Now I'm fucking hoes that NBA hoopers would screw Taking pictures of my ice, damn my jeweler the truth White buffalo horns, Gucci's covers my corns Make a song with my wifey and then go make us a porn I'm in the foreign with Pay, nigga slow this bitch down What the fuck wrong with you, you made me spill my Cristal 50 thou on my watch, time to stunt on my opps I don't want no new friends, fuck the niggas I shot I [censored] he get out of line with me Baddest bitch in the city got my chain between her titties BYLUG
