If you hollah they gon’ come!
Chorus:
If you hollah they gon come,
With your four fifteens in your trunk,
Stepping on the gas with bump.
Flow masters setting car alarms off,
But you can’t get caught.
Without your L’s it’ll get auctioned and bought.
Profiled and targeted, you’re bound to get pulled over or jacked.
You can say it’s because of this, but it’s just like that.
If you’ve been stepping on the gas and trying to burn out quick –
You bring attention to yourself, so hommie shut that shit!
You want to hollah so they hear you when you’re doing your thing.
Dub rims meaning twenty inch and fresh new paint.
“How do you make your ends shake hands?” is what they ask.
You fit a description – and now their pulling over your ass.
Maybe it’s your complexion or the clothes your in.
Or your age driving a vehicle you love to spin.
Smoking dodo out in public.
Shattering glass on the curb.
You’ll stop to buy a Vega next your rolling up herb.
Now if you puff the magic dragon and don’t spray your raid,
They’ll find roaches building up in your ashy tray.
Today ain’t your day.
One thing leads straight to the next.
Cause and Effect.
If you hollah, do you know what’s next?
Chorus Repeated…
You made it big.
Getting paid was your life long dream.
Now you can buy and Escalade and the finer things.
You moved up out of the hood and bought a fresh new house.
Your face is in the media and your living it out.
Buying pounds of Mari and want to sip on Chris…
Don Per ion and Baltic Scotch always graze your lips.
Bling Bling… Ice with everything and platinum to match.
Telling the world… “Look at me balling I’m a major catch!!”
Your past revisits you.
Your phone is off the hook.
Everybody wants a dime; they heard you loud and good.
You have more family and friends than you thought you had.
You feel important now
You have women by the dozen and the public’s eyes.
Allegations started coming.
Are you wondering why?
Just like the prodigal son, your spending all that you can.
You pull a dollar out cha’ pocket, but it’s burning your hand.
The entourage that you bail with swears they got your back, but when the funds run dry…
As a matter of fact, they get gone.
They leave you how you came in the world.
You said enough without speaking and got caught in the swirl.
Flambouant and proud.
You were only doing your thing.
Why do haters want to hate.
Man when you hollered they came. Stop hollering cause when you holler they come and that’s real.
Chorus Repeated…
I know your lovin all the lavish things, they come and they go.
You wanna show off what you got, but you don’t even know.
People are broke and some are starving.
Some might take your thangs.
In class we live.
We’re separated by our hopes and our dreams.
There’s nothing wrong with working hard and doing what you feel.
But understand you show and tell with everything that you deal.
You could be bumping your gums in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You might be set up or a victim of crime.
Flossing and talking bout’ what you got…
But you ain’t got shiiit but a predator waiting to hit.
Sheltered but marked with a bull’s-eye once you move.
You didn’t know the consequences, but now whachagon’ do?
Some folks talk a gang a mess to impress the crowd about their physical abilities,
Saying it loud.
A cat tuned in quick – with a point to prove.
He wants a stripe on his belt, so now he’s sizing up you.
You might say, “I’m not worried, I can handle myself”.
But he just bought a gang of ammo off the K-Mart shelf.
Before the fall comes pride.
Heed the words right here.
This is a forest and the rabbits all have good ears.
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