[Intro]
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
Bankhead!

[T.I. over Intro]
Hey, hey, Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin'
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga
C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight?

[Chorus]
Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them suckers get it at and hustlers keep the chickens at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where hoe niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G

[T.I.]
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for
I'm touchy folk, anytime they try Grand Hustle folk
Unpleasant folk, what the fuck they arguin' plus and cussin' for?
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat
I'm rugged though, rather spend somethin' on an ugly folk
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road
Rather be goin' home insteada hearin' his own fo'
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome blow
TIP pop out the roof and really up and hardly harmful
Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for
Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack and pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto
King of the South, every hood's head honcho
I'm Westside certified, go run a fuckin' hood yo

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you supposed to be?
Mechanical and summer hill is on three that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me?
I'm everything you supposed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me
Kick it wit' the "King" and lemme show you what I mean man
Most these niggas rappin' about a block, ain't never seen nare
Real niggas recognize, real niggas and me now
You don't know how to slap a nigga dead, keep a clean hand
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram
From Eastside niggas and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam
These 26's keep the attention of bitches
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G

[Chorus]

Writer : MC MASTERS, KEITH/HARRIS, CLIFFORD JOSEPH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.