Artist: Botany Boys Album: Forever Botany Song: Com'n Down Wreckin Pt. 2 Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone 20 inches on the 4's, on everything that we own Coming down wrecking, sitting fat on chrome Big body Benz, or the Fleetwood brome Bitches steady playing, on my prime co. phone Blazing up the endo, for all my G's that's gone [C-Note] Coming down wrecking, switching side to side I floss the candy Navigator, with the buck inside When ya see swang wide, watch the wood grain guide T.V.'s falling from the sky, and all the girls wanna ride I represent for my side, and all the homies that died From the streets we bring the heat, watch the 3rd Coast rise Why you looking surprised, you see them screens in the vis' She say she love my chinese eyes, while I'm rubbing her thighs Can I have a shake with them fries, and don't spill nothing on my seat In Laffeyette at the meet, got them freaks for the week There's plenty girls in Atlanta, now just take you a peek I got the Burban with the scanner, headed to the Freak-Nic they on dick [D-Red] Playas night out, Botany peeling up the streets with heat We creep the weed, always clips for the fools that peep It's still 20 inches, twisting on the Rover Jeep with chrome Wrecking your dome, puffing on a zone It's on, we roam Kapone styling Lunch meeting on a plane, we just cruise the island Bug eyeing, smiling front fo' on gleam Watch your eyes (bling-bling), D-Red done wrecked the scene Million dollar figga niggaz, with the scratch to win We hit the casino fifty deep, because we bound to win To all in we dumping money, in the back of a Benz Sipping yack counting stacks, them boys done done it again [Hook] [Will-Lean] Boppers peeping my game fiending for fame Screaming my name, Will-Lean leaving a stain Breaking the chain, swerving tipping the lane In my Humvee flipping, gripping the grain Catch me on the 3rd Coast, patrolling the fort Ready to scorch, the boulevard rolling a Porsche Holding the course, the Chemist steady stepping on toes Coupe Deville with the grill, wrecking on fo's Bitches throwing me the pussy, you molesting these hoes And when I see you at the club, I'm disrespecting you hoes Letting em know fa sho, C-Note let the top down Hit the switch this for the bitches my nigga, and let the drop clown [D-Red] Now who the hell coming down, calling shots like that And how the hell them niggaz, make the Benz squat like that Popped up on Lorenz, kitted out like that You ain't know the Botany Boys, bleed the block like that Hit the strip and bust a U, with the trunk on knock 9-9 and chrome shining, representing Big Shots Wide body V-12, or a Fleet on fo's Rocks glaring hoes staring, watch a G get chose Bending corners under tint, getting gone off flight Enough ice to blind sight, and give your ass frostbite Fully loaded heat toters, stashed under the flo' mat Couldn't picture Head shining, close up with a Kodak And for you suckers talking down, I know you soft as a cushion Watch the 20 inches spinning, on the Bentley I'm pushing So when the screens fall down, in the Lac like that Remember the Botany Big Shots, come down and wreck like that [Hook]