Follow Me Now (Album Version)

Follow Me Now (Album Version)

Juvenile

I want me a mill

To see just how it feel

No worries bout no bills negotiating deals

Buy me some shit

Stuntin' in this bitch

20s be on hit

Everything legit

I don't want no war

But I can take it far

Put bullets in your car whoever that you are

Woodie get in line

Make sure you ain't gone shine

We be slangin iron

Everyday and everytime

Just because I'ma bad

I rammy after jags

When I get a sack

To niggas I'ma threat

Keep on gettin' blowed

ain't worried bout these hoes

Boy you know that's cold

The way I got'em drove

Shinin' like white diamonds

Nothin' but big tymin

My situation climbing

But simply 'cause I'm rhymin'

The shit done hit the fan

They callin' me the man

Ya'll boys don't understand

This shit's going as planned

Chorus:

Now follow me now if you want it on

Salute at ease, then you carry on

Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong

I'm into weapons I control the dome

Give me all my chesse

With no static please

Go off with these reeds

In between your knees

You playin' you gone learn

Yo partners ain't gone turn

Right after you get burned

We gone get them some churn

I'ma tell you once

I'm bout pullin' stunts

Got golds on my fronts

Stay full of them blunts

I don't want be broke

I gotta feed my folks

Cuttin' niggas throats

Then runnin' by these hoes

Open up yo chase

Let me get a taste

A lot of niggas fake

Can't let it go to waste

I won't let it be

Give that there to me

All of ya'll gone see

Me in luxury

Look me in my eyes

Don't tell me no lies

You want to take my life

You tryin' to get some trife

None of you I fear

I'm runnin' this right chea

ain't gone shed no tears

When you disappear

Chorus:

I try to leave that lone

But you did that wrong

You call me on the phone

And told me it was on

Now I'm in them streets

Bringin' all that heat

Straight to where you sleep

Won't even let you eat

Somebody gonna snitch

And go out like a bitch

But I'ma get'em quick

And hit'em with my shit

Them laws gonna try to bust

But I don't give a fuck

He would of shot me up

If he'd of got me stuck

I'ma take my charge

ain't cryin' like no broad

And holla at them boys

On the boulevard

Woodie I'm in jail

Get all off my mail

See about my bail

Get me out this hell

So I can see the block

And open up my shop

I hope that bitch ain't hot

Nobody got my spot

Written by GRAY, TERIUS / THOMAS, BYRON O.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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