Uhh
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

I`m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any ni**a gettin` outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherf**kers, freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what’s up but I don`t f**k with you ni**az
My rap money slow up, I`ll run up on you ni**az
I`m on the edge, I`m just waitin` on a ni**a to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin` at pussy

We ain`t buddies, we ain`t partners and we damn sure ain`t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I`ma let her get in
I don`t play but I`m a playa till the motherf**kin` end

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

Don`t tell me you don`t know that, uhh, I`m the shyit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain`t [unverified] these hoes, man I`m bout my paper
If your bitch really ‘bout it ni**a, I`m gon` take her

Backseat of my jeep, f**k till I f**k up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game f**k with a bitch brain till she think she wifey

Spent a life savings in a day, ‘cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin`
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin’

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, it’s gaunja in my system, I`m high
First it’s pain when you lust for love, then it’s smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm

It’s a cold world, baby girl, lovin` me is not enough
Find out when you f**kin` broke, love won`t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin` me
They suck c**k that make `em hot, I just let `em stand next to me

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I`ll taste your love
69`s the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin`, turnin` over and I`m in the bed

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
(Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car

Hahaha
Quit playin` bitch, get it
You know you wanna ride with a ni**a
50 Cent
G-G-G-Unit