"Wipe Me Down" lyrics

Chyeah, haaa
Certified gangsta shit
I'm on that dope boy shit

Cause I'm on, say I'm on
And I'm up 'till 6 in the morn'
I got a grand dawg
I whip it 'round, I whip it 'round, whip it 'round, come on

I'm like a fox and a chinchilla, got my skrilla
Ya body float up the Missi River
What's up to Lil Boosie and that nigga Webbie
(What up?)
European funny back on that box Chevy
That was last Friday, nigga I was movin' work
Way before a lotta niggas smokin' purp or sippin' surp
And yeah, I'm a real nigga
Polo shirt, collar cut with that steel, nigga
The nigga street raised, that's just how I am
Major labels never broke me, no one gave a damn
I got my money out the hood I was movin' yams
And I was hollerin' Yo Gotti 'cause that's who I am
Besides these hatin' ass niggas on some bullshit
And all the industry niggas talkin' 'bout politics
Fuck that, fuck you, and nigga fuck this
Stop the beat

Now what's the ticket on them bricks?
Bring it back
Now what's the ticket on them bricks?
Bring it back
Now what's the ticket on them bricks?
Bring it back
Now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout

And this a drought so you can wipe down or wipe that, real talk
Right here, right now, you get a wing
This a quarter for the six-five
You know what I'm talm bout

'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round

I get that green for a lil cheaper
(How much?)
A hunnid-seventy-five a pound for the straight reefer
(Ok)
Good crack, good weed, nigga tryna tax me
(For real?)
I upped the unit up, now look what he ask me
(Ya like that?)
Bitch what the fuck you think?
I'm from the North I gotta eat when they say I can't
Nigga say he got drank and Bubba Kush
And I ain't been rappin'for a month but I need a hella push
In other words I got 'bout two-seventy-five large
We can go to Mexico and we can go tomorrow
I gotta get 'em in, you ain't seen that new Benz?
But butta out we tryna black on black like twins
Nigga fuck yo suggestions and opinions
You needa play witchya bitch or ya chirren, cause I ain't pussy
And if a nigga try to push me
He gon' need a pine box with a head cushion, blaow

'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round

Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi

I'm in Florida with my nigga Plies
See real niggas stick together, that's how we survive
And I ain't gotta tell ya that I sold a hunnid pies plus a hunnid guns
Seen a hunnid thousand ones
Man look into my eyes you can see the pain
It's late night, no sleep, stress, and cocaine
This shit strange how real niggas go to jail
And some niggas get popped and just go and tell
You know wired up
Comin back to the camp they
Workin with them peoples like nothin' ever happened
I ain't talkin on no phones cause they straight tappin
Game fucked up guess that's why a nigga rappin'

'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round
'Cause I'm on, whip it 'round

Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi
Yola, scale, pot, toonchi