Ayy
What I tell you? What I tell you? What I tell you?
Always hot as, know what I'm sayin'?
(Kbeazy, you fired up)

Cool J nigga with the Kangol
I been hittin' pussy from an angle (oh, yeah)
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos (peso, peso, peso, peso)

I, crodie brought the KD niggas skrt off
I'ma mash up the pussy like potatoes (mash it up)
And the feds ain't on 'em 'cause they paid off (yeah)
Call that nigga Joe, he a traitor
Got his bitch up in my bed and she laid up, yeah
Had to switch to LA like the Oakland Raiders
Call a Rasta from Jamaica let him murda
I ain't into hearing stories that they made up
Money coming in the mail without a pay stub
There's college bitches in the party like the Sugar Bowl
Lil' mama's getting fucked up like it's the Super Bowl (she a MILF)
These diamonds dancing on my neck, I got the winner's gold (dance, dance)

We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines
Rockstar status but not no Adam Levine
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean
Pop's was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes

I was riding dirty but the feds said I was clean
I was making money breaking bread off for my team
We was going places that you niggas never been
We was doing things that these niggas never seen
Paid her one time, over a hunnid and ten
Pay me one time, bitch, you owe me a percent
Young nigga hustlin' since 2010
Bubbly, Hennessy, Tequila with the Gin
Bitches and niggas playing games, they don't wanna win
If I call up K, then you know we get it in
Smoke in the room, I'ma need some oxygen
Mad ghosts in the room, we just don't know who it is
Watch how a nigga whip the money to a Benz
Watch how lil' shorty do my brother for the win
And she thirty-six, she ain't finessing for a kid
You can shoot or die tryna swing through with my .36

We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines (uh)
Rockstar status but not no Adam Levine (Adam Levine)
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean (ah)
Pop's was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes

I been goin' everywhere he can't go (can't go, nigga)
Cool J nigga with the Kangol
I been hittin' pussy from an angle (yeah, I hit it up)
Feel like Peso Peso with these pesos (peso, peso, peso, peso)

I was riding dirty but the feds said I was clean
I was making money breaking bread off for my team
We was going places that you niggas never been
We was doing things that these niggas never seen
Yeah, yeah, yeah (brr)
Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'?
Southside, southside, ooh
Shout out, shout out hustle one time (brr, brr)
It don't get no realer than this
833 shit, nuff UTU shit
You know what I'm sayin', North gang, ha

We was juggin, never did no dirty for the cream (yeah, yeah)
Couple of them choppers, came straight from the Middle East
Gucci on my body, bitch, you know I'm double G
Bought a little sprizzy, I dirtied up the lean
Bought his first strizzy, couldn't wait to intervene
I don't buy pussy, that ain't never been me (yeah, yeah)
How I got myself in places I don't wanna be? (How?)
Think you want this life, try a year of bein' me
Perkys and the X whip together like a team
If you double up the X it gon be a porno scene
Bitch, I feel like DMX, all the rough riders with me
If lil' shawty get me vexed, we gon kick her out her jeans

We ain't talking paper when we talking magazines (magazines)
Rockstar status but not no Adam Levine (yeah, yeah)
Rolling like some tires when I'm rolling off a bean (oh)
Pop's was a hustler, I got hustle in my genes, oh (in my genes) musixmatch.com, jh-radio.ru