| Lyrics: | [Chorus: I-20]
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin
nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty
[Tity
Boi]
See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
when ya, momma on the
crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large
clip
when we started choppin O's off in this empty apartment
See I was, standin in the
track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin like I'm layin carpets
See
you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable
On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta
play in Decatur
See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills
Cause we, only got that
gold; you can't buy regular around here
Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic
status
I still stacked 100 G's stayin in my momma's attic
Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie
sleepin on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin in C.P.
with a glock-40 as my tooley
on the block, with the top back, blowin out that
(?)
[Chorus - 2X]
[I-20]
You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin
cutters
since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the,
chrome lookin pretty
If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity
on my system knock
so loud (loud) they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for
me
This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.
and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I
hide the scales
Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
Ridin clean down Old
Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my seat pushed w |
