Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishesW-w-w-w-Wavecap MusicLil FresshBeeper King[Hook x2: Joey Fatts]Bricks in the stove, posted with the pumpNiggas got what you need, so just tell us what you wantChoppers leave you niggas slumped, niggas down to rideAll my niggas do or die, it's gon' be a homicide[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]Pounds in the trash, Joey Fatts do the dishesBad bitch, no clothes, cooking work in the kitchenMy brother's ain't home cause they on the block pitchingGot them birds on the stove, for dinner we eating chickensNiggas trill crippin', purple drank' sippingShoot you with a pistol, my nigga give you the businessLike Tha Dogg Pound a nigga stay with bad bitchesCall 'em over, they be straight to the head like PenicillinGot a bitch in the bay, she cook a nigga yay'Base girl bumping Lil B headed to L.AIf a coppers in the way, then she load the choppersHelicopters lay you down and you won't make it to the doctor'sShe a bopper, a freakHear my name all in these streetsAll these niggas talking 'bout me so I sleep with my pistol up in these sheetsSqueeze will leave a pussy nigga deadTrap be stacking bread, staying low from the fed'sFatts[Hook][Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]Matched on, hammer timeHammered down, shooting TEC'sRic Flair, windmill, hammer jam, uhPercy Miller 'bout it, 'bout itChopper in the camo pants, call that bitch the ambulanceSkirrrt, You gon' need itCheck the body count when them little homies start creepingSummer slam, dropping clipsChirp phone, chopping bricksRose gold, O's frozeWatch the wrist, you pussy niggas getting sloppyGot war wounds on my bodyPlus six shells in my shotty'Catch him slipping and pop him, fuck nigga we'll sit you downIf them birds fly then we'll flip your townGot a whole train that'll hit the groundRun it, make that bitch cum, four-hundredDay and night and that cut itWith that molly, white and that money, uhBagging knots on that dresserSell you work on my ? , pussy's folding under that pressure[Hook]