Uhh
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

I'm a straight guerrilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any n**** gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherf***ers, freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty-two shot clip in my snorkel

I might smile and say what's up but I don't f*** with you n****z
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you n****z
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a n**** to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at p****

We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your b**** wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherf***in' end

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shyit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya b****
I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your b**** really ?bout it n****, I'm gon' take her

Backseat of my jeep, f*** till I f*** up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game f*** with a b**** brain till she think she wifey

Spent a life savings in a day, ?cause she likes me
Commitment for me, uhh, nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man, it was nothin?

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, it?s gaunja in my system, I'm high
First it?s pain when you lust for love, then it?s smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm

It?s a cold world, baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you f***in' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty b****es that be sexin' me
They suck c*** that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
B**** get in my car
(B**** get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
B**** get in my car

Hahaha
Quit playin' b****, get it
You know you wanna ride with a n****
50 Cent
G-G-G-Unit

Writer : TONY COTTRELL, CURTIS JACKSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC