Lyrics Memphis Bleek

Memphis Bleek

High Volume

Yes, Greezy, Brooklyn, yes!

Gettin money hoe, smokin loud too

Kush burnin pockets on high volume

We the realest team, do the realest things

KG nigga, we really in the streets

Kush - is already rolled

Brooklyn - you already know

Let's get it - everything is a go

Hammer drawn we here for the dough

Get low - we back in the game

This time - and we not gon' play

Word life, it's time for the money

All haters better stay in your lane

My nine, is already cocked

Coupe, is already dropped

Wrists, filled up with them rocks

Me, I'm all that you not

Came in the game and I never did change

Bustin out money from "Coming of Age"

In the club on them bottles and bitches, that bud

Fuck with me roadie I'll give you some game

Eatin, we already did

Drug flow, furnished the crib

KG, you know what it is

Bought my first 6 with a learner's permit

Stuntin on hoes like I'm 'posed to do

Yeah I got bread in the toaster too

Haters debate on the shit that I do

I reality ball you vocal booth

Kush - is already blown

Bad thang tryin to take that home

My offense, triangle

I'm high so I'm in my zone

Blowin all out, shit ain't allowed

Tell the police come and fuck with me now

Know they ain't heard that I fuck with a burner

My lawyer on point in the car with me now

Grindin, I've been known for a while

Few of my niggaz the feds locked down

And they rep, don't make me prove it

I'ma text 'em, tell 'em they can call right now

Cell phones from behind that fence

Commissary just stay on rich

Real niggaz just do real shit

Send 'em flicks all from yo' bitch!