Big Boi, Killer Mike, Curren$y - Follow Deez lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Boi, Killer Mike, Curren$y - Follow Deez lyrics]
"No one will stop me"
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Mannie Fresh on the beat
He put that wobble on it
He blessed the nigga the B-IG
Now watch me gobble, homie
I put the bottle down, hit the throttle
Got 'em now
Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all
Around my style
I'm like the bandage on mummy
I got that wrap-around
Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who
Tryin' to snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company tryin'
To cash me out
Catch me outside and we can see
What all that yappin' 'bout
Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull
It unless you pop pop
Moptop head-ass niggas
You get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia
Got Louisiana geechies whose manners
Are out of order be easy when you see me
Salute me and keep it baller
My only tigers comes with stripes
I pipe it up for every bar of 'em
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Got this Monte Carlo that my
Older homie sold me
Had it for some years now
To me it's like a trophy
My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'
I trust her so I know she gon'
Do it just how I showed her
I'm only high when I'm really
In the act of smoking
Once the joint done, homie
I'm back at square one double up somethin'
Convertibles will make a bitch
Want to fuck some
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em
Then I'm ducking 'em
Back in the studio hustlin'
Bitch we cook drugs in here
You was livin' under false impressions
You not really a G, dawg
You got false credit
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Say we can do what millionaires can can can
The green Dickies suit is
Garbage can gram man
And what we smokin' come from
Oakland via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin'
No grandstand
Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne
Blowin' purp in the fire, burp pipes loud
Mayne you hear a 'skrrt, ' then you hear
A 'blrrt, ' hit the ground, mayne
Them niggas buckin', out of a bucket
Them niggas bustin'
Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches
What's this I witness, these niggas simpin'
They Winchell's pimpin'
Don't even honor, they baby mama
But pay for bitches
Ay, partner, partner, that shit ain't playa
Stop lookin' lame
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Mannie Fresh on the beat
He put that wobble on it
He blessed the nigga the B-IG
Now watch me gobble, homie
I put the bottle down, hit the throttle
Got 'em now
Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all
Around my style
I'm like the bandage on mummy
I got that wrap-around
Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who
Tryin' to snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company tryin'
To cash me out
Catch me outside and we can see
What all that yappin' 'bout
Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull
It unless you pop pop
Moptop head-ass niggas
You get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia
Got Louisiana geechies whose manners
Are out of order be easy when you see me
Salute me and keep it baller
My only tigers comes with stripes
I pipe it up for every bar of 'em
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Got this Monte Carlo that my
Older homie sold me
Had it for some years now
To me it's like a trophy
My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'
I trust her so I know she gon'
Do it just how I showed her
I'm only high when I'm really
In the act of smoking
Once the joint done, homie
I'm back at square one double up somethin'
Convertibles will make a bitch
Want to fuck some
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em
Then I'm ducking 'em
Back in the studio hustlin'
Bitch we cook drugs in here
You was livin' under false impressions
You not really a G, dawg
You got false credit
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Say we can do what millionaires can can can
The green Dickies suit is
Garbage can gram man
And what we smokin' come from
Oakland via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin'
No grandstand
Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne
Blowin' purp in the fire, burp pipes loud
Mayne you hear a 'skrrt, ' then you hear
A 'blrrt, ' hit the ground, mayne
Them niggas buckin', out of a bucket
Them niggas bustin'
Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches
What's this I witness, these niggas simpin'
They Winchell's pimpin'
Don't even honor, they baby mama
But pay for bitches
Ay, partner, partner, that shit ain't playa
Stop lookin' lame
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OG's survive
You still alive a lot of niggas not
Smokin' for my dead homies
While I ride around