BOTANY BOYS - Com'n Down Wreckin Pt. II lyrics

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[Hook:]

Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome

Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome

Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone

20 inches on the 4's, on everything that we own

Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome

Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome

Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone

Blazing up the endo, for all my G's that's gone

[C-Note:]

Coming down wrecking, switching side to side

I floss the candy Navigator, with the buck inside

When ya see swang wide, watch the wood grain guide

T.V.'s falling from the sky, and all the girls wanna ride

I represent for my side, and all the homies that died

From the streets we bring the heat, watch the 3rd Coast rise

Why you looking surprised, you see them screens in the vis'

She say she love my chinese eyes, while I'm rubbing her thighs

Can I have a shake with them fries, and don't spill nothing on my seat

In Laffeyette at the meet, got them freaks for the week

There's plenty girls in Atlanta, now just take you a peek

I got the Burban with the scanner, headed to the Freak-Nic they on dick

[D-Red:]

Playas night out, Botany peeling up the streets with heat

We creep the weed, always clips for the fools that peep

It's still 20 inches, twisting on the Rover Jeep with chrome

Wrecking your dome, puffing on a zone

It's on, we roam Kapone styling

Lunch meeting on a plane, we just cruise the island

Bug eyeing, smiling front fo' on gleam

Watch your eyes (bling-bling), D-Red done wrecked the scene

Million dollar figga niggaz, with the scratch to win

We hit the casino fifty deep, because we bound to win

To all in we dumping money, in the back of a Benz

Sipping yack counting stacks, them boys done done it again

[Hook]

[Will-Lean:]

Boppers peeping my game fiending for fame

Screaming my name, Will-Lean leaving a stain

Breaking the chain, swerving tipping the lane

In my Humvee flipping, gripping the grain

Catch me on the 3rd Coast, patrolling the fort

Ready to scorch, the boulevard rolling a Porsche

Holding the course, the Chemist steady stepping on toes

Coupe Deville with the grill, wrecking on fo's

Bitches throwing me the pussy, you molesting these hoes

And when I see you at the club, I'm disrespecting you hoes

Letting em know fa sho, C-Note let the top down

Hit the switch this for the bitches my nigga, and let the drop clown

[D-Red:]

Now who the hell coming down, calling shots like that

And how the hell them niggaz, make the Benz squat like that

Popped up on Lorenz, kitted out like that

You ain't know the Botany Boys, bleed the block like that

Hit the strip and bust a U, with the trunk on knock

9-9 and chrome shining, representing Big Shots

Wide body V-12, or a Fleet on fo's

Rocks glaring hoes staring, watch a G get chose

Bending corners under tint, getting gone off flight

Enough ice to blind sight, and give your ass frostbite

Fully loaded heat toters, stashed under the flo' mat

Couldn't picture Head shining, close up with a Kodak

And for you suckers talking down, I know you soft as a cushion

Watch the 20 inches spinning, on the Bentley I'm pushing

So when the screens fall down, in the Lac like that

Remember the Botany Big Shots, come down and wreck like that

[Hook]