Smell my cologne

twenty two ice cold in the hand
with twenty two white hoes in a van
steppin on my toes
alambama hello yeah buddy
im pround of the land
everybody know that and
still people wanna wonder why me
like imma lie through one of my teeth
or disrespect one of my beats
bitch act like I don't know what I'm doin
like I don't drive the chevy
like I didn't grow up ruthless
I'm from the bamma build
so I know what the bent truth is
if my truth is bent
now straignten me up bitch
come and prove it

Holler at ME

I never was the type
to walk around looking for good advice
I walked around like a bullet
trapped like a titanic box all of my life
put your curious hand inside
and draw back and up
I come from a long line of dime pushers
paul pack it up
and a fourteen look like a bum right right before I send it home
and let one of you bitch motherfuckers thats throwing threats
keep me from blown
cuz trunk muzick put my family in a new home
take a whiff of my burnt eyes

BITCH

SMELL MY COLOGNE