Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah We're here to make noise! We're here to make noise! Nigga, we're here to make noise
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise" No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys Blind love for money, head, and warm steel Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller Fuck that bullshit nigga 'cause I'm a baller I take on all why'all nigga
why'all cats don't want none I want to see God, first come and meet my gun Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique Ain't no escapin' the trips You'a need it in the land of the trench Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D Out-a-towners hatin' the D If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D Stick my dick in the streets
You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin' Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in Any time you look, bet you find us in whips