Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (you niggas
Ayy, ayy (sap), ayy (sap),
ayy (sap), ayy (sap), ayy (S), ayy (P), ayy (S), ayy (P)
Ayy (S), ayy (P), ayy (S), ayy (P)
Ayy (S), ayy (A.P.), ayy (S), ayy (A.P.)
I'm on my grind, Grand Hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carats in the crown just
Still tote the Glock 40 for the
if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
I don't need no security,
Get you niggas popped quick,
Fresh out the box Tip hopped
Made a quarter mil' in the
Ball every summer so your
You don't no drama, pimp,
Chrome 4- 5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the
chrome right in front of dat
platinum all up under dat
participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P
Ask anybody who runnin' A.G.,
bet they finna say me A- S- A- P
Niggas hatin' on P.S.C. get
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P
I know a lot of rappers don't like me,
Feds swear I sell dope, well,
why they won't indict me?
I ain't never take it lightly
But all that tongue- wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't
excite me (nigga, you ain't scaring nobody)
How many rappers you know that could
hold they own on Rice Street?
half the jail just like me
scared a nigga gon' strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely
They barkin' don't bother me,
I'll be bombin' 'fore they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap's ex
Sheisty, with a conversation quite pricey
Might be, thrown off my rocker
Feisty, flamin' hot temper
I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P
Ask anybody who runnin' A.G.,
bet they finna say me A- S- A- P
Niggas hatin' on P.S.C. get
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P
Flip, say hello to the land of the people
My plan is to keep you at least 2, levels
under me where I need you
I'ma take advantage of my chance
Your true colors done shown,
now it's on when I see you
so let it be know we ain't equal
You're sadly mistaken if you
thinkin' I can't reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin' in then
Seen on the scene white tees
O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to
But, sissy, you way outta line and
Hang behind closed doors when
Yeah, I know you were thinkin'
But I'm the wrong one for you to try
Ayy, listen, nigga, and this shit here is
more than just a lotta rhymes
I don't know what ya do for your respect,
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P
Ask anybody who runnin' A.G.,
bet they finna say me A- S- A- P
Niggas hatin' on P.S.C. get
I'ma blow him off the map A- S- A- P