I’m Throwed (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

Y'all know what this is

[CHORUS]
When I'm on that beat
I'm a beast
I ain't never came weak
Got a mouth full of diamonds
You can hardly hear me speak
Especially when it sound like dis, dis
It's that H-Town, baby
And you know what it is
I'm throwed
Got styrofoam cup full of bar
I'm throwed
Four deep in my old school car
I'm throwed
Show Cali while I'm banging the screw
It's the Ice Man, baby
And you know what it do
I'm throwed

I'm fresher than a fruit bowl
Leaning like a gas gauge
Straight up off the dome
Freestyling like hair braids

Making that candy dance
I'm throwed off the Cali plants
I'm prancing on the scene
Crawling down like fire ants

My mind in a trance
I'm sharper than starched pants
Stacking Franklins and Grants
From South Bank to Spring Branch

I'm posted like a stamp
With my mind on cash
I'm wheel gripping and still tipping
Brandy wine on glass

I got a screen in the dash
A quarter tank full of gas
Smoking that puff puff pass
Throwed, I hope I don't crash

Repping the Swisher blast
So I'm flyer than a mockingbird
Throwed in the mode game
Cold as a iceberg, baby

[repeat CHORUS]

Now to broads
I'm a sharp shooter like Steve Kerr
Flash the wrists cause a blur
Fox fur and flying spur

Undisputed for sure
So I'm collecting these dimes
Name and number, lil mama
'Cause it's checkout time

I'm slidin' on glass threes
Inhaling the chronic trees
Pack protection 'cause player hating
Spread like STD's

I'm cool as a ocean breeze
Like Chester, I'm chasing cheese
I'm stinging like buzzing bees
On South Lee with the cheese

Screens fall like all them
Leaves makes the TV's rain
Take a picture if you please
Yeah, my wrist is insane

Thirty karat diamond chain
So balling is off the chain
Mind frame I'm stacking change
I'm so throwed in the game

[repeat CHORUS]

I'm full of that purple sprite
And I'm searching for broads
Paper stacking so my money stretch
Like extension cords

I'm a wide body rocker
In a four on them choppers
I'm on the grind stacking up my mail
Like the post office

Moving at slow pace
With T Farris, my ace
Cup full of expensive taste
Open mouth and showcase

I'm throwed with screens hanging
Swanging, breaking his trust
We pouring up in them cups
That stuff got me leaning tough

Hold up, I'm caked up
So all the boppers attract
I got 'em like Asaffa Powell
Out there running the track

Pulling capers
Making paper stacks
Fly as a dove
A bread breaker, taste maker, baby
All of the above, I'm throwed

[repeat CHORUS]