Chorus: X2

Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want?

Look inside my trunk you can find what you want



[Kane]

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punks

Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump

Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston

Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phone

Get some B12, get out some pots

When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks

It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop

It's a devestating pain when I use my glock



[Abel]

Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600

High as the fuck, but we can still get blunted

TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished

A hundred G's cash in the stash (all hundreds)

Nigga bout to wreck shop

Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks

Just a young nigga hustle out the trunk for dough

Got the chip, flip phones by the corner store



Chorus X2



[Gotti]

I got the properest product

From the weed to the board to the pluck

Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?

Step in the cut

Don't let them feds no what's happenin' with us

Because they love to bust a nigga nuts

And have me hard to wear some handcuffs

So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth shut

I only fuck with my gambino's

Cause everything that I do is illegal

From racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight

With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel

On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way

They tap our frequency

So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A

We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes

No mistakes involved, ca