.,-+*`*+-,. Lyrics .,-+*`*+-,. No ceilings.. ok, i got this chrome on this bugatti Im strong in this bugatti 2 v8s aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch Im bad Im worse Ill pass the purp dont f-ck with me cuz right now im higher than Captain Kurk I swear i be the sickest n-gga, u can ask the nurse and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur ass like dirt behind that cash, get murk im talkin big sh-t n-gga, join my hit list n-gga whats the matter? check ur bladder im the sh-t piss n-gga shoot the witness, n-gga whole court in the streets and convict this n-gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer and we coming for the comers and whoever among us and u kno imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said TI hold ya head and Mack hold ya head wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code red man u know how we plead and if it cost to be the boss, oh well i guess i gotta pay im a New Orleans n-gga, i dont take no sh-t take the brain off the whip now it dont make no sense stunt hard on these b-tches i aint promise tomorrow now when they kicking it wit me like nomar garciaparra flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror? and we roll them b-tches thick, make them look like tacara? man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is …