I love the gang, I love the hustle,
man
Yesterday I said, fuck rap,
now I'm back again
In the studio with coffee cups
and my rapper friends
Two -steppin' in my lil' shoes,
this a rapper dance
Up this fat bitch to kick back
and send yo' ass to France
I'm finna roll up, I would,
who wanna match the dad?
I ain't even gettin' dressed this week,
it's been a rack on pants
Can't touch so many fuckin' grounds,
I need to wash my hands
Paranoid and I don't trust nobody,
be the pop, my mans
The opps runnin' with the faster legs
Told the bitch come over,
now she sleepin' in the master bed
Now she leanin' over,
eatin' dick,
givin' master hand
Fuck a handout, just ask around,
I'm the last to bend
I been plottin' on the lick,
I need faster bread
I'll rob you out your shit
and do the laughin' dance
Bro, I'll stab you in your shit,
he the slasher man
You can't do the shit I do,
you wouldn't last a chance
Soul coke on these streets,
mad hash, weed, Heron
As long as niggas is feelin' it,
a nigga like me
Could hustle, hustle, hustle,
hustle, hustlin'
Anything these niggas buyin',
I'ma sell it to em'
Nigga call me askin' bout some drink,
I sold him metal fluid
Remember I was pullin' scales
and talkin' hella fluent
I can show you how to jigger, n***a,
but that ain't included
Put up that lil' ass gun for a Bitch
Put up that lil' ass gun for
I'll take your room
And send a bitch to take you out your shit
and she ain't no booster
I had to meet up with the plug,
yesterday I roosted
So I ain't finna throw
n****s no bag
if you ain't gon' move it
That's like throwin' you the strap
and you ain't gon' shoot it
You ain't got no purpose
around this bitch
if you broke and useless
I ain't wanna kill the n***a,
but he made me do it
You the one I picked that gun up,
they ain't make you shoot it
Finna take a trip to Hollywood,
I'm bout to make a movie
Fuckin' on that lil' black bitch,
that's some roasted doonies
Wallace, it's a jib,
me and Sleek, we was both in juvie
You can't run off with a bag,
you must think I'm foolish
Shot the nigga in his head,
he need a brain removal
I ain't have no food,
50 cents is what I pay for noodles
She like kids on her face,
callin' toast a shooter
Got no cheese, but you killin',
you a broken shooter
I'ma step on my haters with a slow
maneuver
You