Artist: Big Pokey f/ A3 Album: Evacuation Notice Song: I Mean I'm Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah yeah yeah, Crock Bull take one Huh huh, say say say ay [Chorus - 2x] What we do blowing this pine, I keep that good I mean I'm, keeping it gutter I'm keeping it hood And when I, when I finesse I know I'm the best I mean I'm, I know that I'm thoed I know that I'm fresh [Big Pokey] I know that I'm thoed, I know that I'm fresh I mean I, I know that I'm cold I know I'm the best And when I, when I finesse I know I'm the truth Right now I'm, acting a mess a pest in the booth We stained it, we stack that cash and stain they brain And I'm that, I'm that cat they can't contain They call me, they call me the boss they know I'm a beast And they know, they know I'm a feast my record release The street teams smother the streets, I smother the beats AK's cut your lights off, leave you covered in sheets We stay on, we stay on the low we stay outta drama Before I, before I fold I'll be back with my mama I know I, I know I always be repping the Stone Just like I, jump on tracks and be wrecking the song And you a bitch nigga, a girl in a thong We was playing football, you was split up the tones nigga [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] I'm right back, back in this bitch scratching like a bulldog The hype around me, got me hopping like a bull frog Turn on the fogs, holla at them bitches Felipe in the five fifth, I'm dropping the switches As long as, as long as we get it we got it we pitching If you can't, can't stand the heat then get outta the kitchen And if you, if you soft stay outta them trenches Trenches, full of apes and bulls no doberman pincers And I got a, fo' in the soda I po'd in a swisha And if baby, if baby get tired she know I'ma bench her And if she, she was my hoop she know I'ma tip her Tip her like I'm at the Blue Flame, tipping them strippers Got that, got the connect diamonds and clipper My index, my index finger handles the trigger It's catch a, catch a square I handled a nigga It's straight break a nigga design, dismantle a nigga [Chorus] [A3] Yeah baby, it's the tanker 3 no games when I aim, that thang at your thinker Hard like rocks, sweet like chocolate Throw it in a rapper, finna make a lot of profit President stacking, the swangs get to acking The trunk start rattling, slab rock with satisfaction Remember when a nigga, use to ice the mic Visualizing bout a Benz, snow icey white Now I'm fresh, like a pepper out the package Suave clean, like I use to two step with the Jacksons Rhyme real breaker, young undertaker I mean I'm, I'm so throwed X and O's on you haters Crossed out lost out, probably in the long house Baby in her lingerie, po'ing purple Sprite out Just run away bitch, I'm running my own race Mañana equal mo' dollars, stay the fuck up out my face [Chorus - 2x]