Follow Deez (Explicit) - Big Boi/Curren$y/Killer Mike
Lyrics by：Antwan Patton/Shante Franklin/Michael Render/Byron Thomas
Composed by：Antwan Patton/Shante Franklin/Michael Render/Byron Thomas
Produced by：Mannie Fresh
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Mannie Fresh on the beat he put that wobble on it
He blessed the ni**a the BIG 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 a** 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 a** 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
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking 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 b**ch want to f**k some
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
F**k on 'em stunt on 'em then I'm ducking 'em
Back in the studio hustlin' b**ch we cook *** 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
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking 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 b**ches dirty b**ches flirty b**ches
What's this I witness these niggas simpin' they winchell's pimpin'
Don't even honor they baby mama but pay for b**ches
Ay partner partner that sh*t ain't playa stop lookin' lame
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
OGs survive you still alive a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead
