T>I, Kontakt & Mad Sam - Rude Boi Style

Pull up on the block, the enemy they mafia scatter.
Pop it up, I'm in real sweater, ta-ta-ta-ta.
Got the party jumping up, we got the player stuck.
Everybody gathered once we heard the pier slock.
Watching and the money now, I'm watching them rest up.
Like a bullet from a gun, I saw they two shot.
We open the party sipping tequila,
With the scenery together, no seem ya the real.