84's adapters, we throwed we cappers Swanging, swanging Whether chrome or gold, 24's we roll 1-2G-3, you motherfucker it's me crazy j, will woop a nigga for free Lyrics steady getting hotter, like some July weather I'ma make the booth sweat, like it's covered in leather Now let's see, who's on the shit list today Close your eyes and point watch your boy Indiana spray You don't like what I say, that shit's Now get crunk with a playa, when you hear my flow I keep it real when I go, watch my fan base grow I use to rap about hoes, getting pussy with nothing Had to chill that shit out, man I'm tired of fucking Got a scheme, that's gon give this boy fame a boost Less time in the cooch, all day in the booth And I'ma keep spitting hits, so boy get use to Killa lyrics to bob your head, and fucking get loose to it get ready to wreck this beat24's on the shine, looking larger than life We rap stars for real, with big cars and wheels Haters try to pull us down, so we tuck in the steal That's the way we ride, with big Indiana pride Plex denied, catch us in a Lexus an a g35 we down to ride 24's and spinners, diamond grill we grinners Sometimes we sinners, at all times we winners I gots to have it, with V-12 kick back Then sit back, while this young cat spit that I gots to do my thang, hit the block and slang I gotta come up and stang, so 24's I swang It's to boi Crazy fucking J be banging Indiana all ducking day what's up Get in the truck, 24's kicking up dust's the Summer time So I'ma pull, out the dropper-eeer Which one do I choose The Lac's off or the Benz, hard topper Sitting popper, on my 24's On my favorite, the 84's Screens on, flicks being shown As I'm pissing off the shady homes I'm a trunk breaker, certified show shaker All the rims I found, why why They certified Omega Spre's on the Hummer Labs on the Benz, in the winter My series come soon, my life Called the versatile now, when you see me I'm Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up It's niggas falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor And niggas gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer