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Hustle Gang, T.I., London Jae, Young Dro, B.o.B, 5ive Mics
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(What you is, Dro?)
Every bit of a hustler
When it come to blocks, I'm a smuggler
Send 35 shots to your jugular
Your court case is municipal, I got a judicial crew
Super bad bitch that I can kiss with jiu-jitsu, too
Flow icicle, y'all niggas typical
Temper with your physical, shinin' through the ridicule
Diesel truck, semi-dual, Black pit, mini bull
Bitches think I'm buggin', I'm just thuggin' in that 'finiture
My auxiliary pop wheelies, I'm more deadly
You not really, you talk slick but you not silly
You don't want no smoke, nigga
'Bout to get back like good dope
My best friend used to cook coke
Want a tan? Mix it with the Co-Cola
Your bitch know 'cause my hoes hoe her
Get the chip knocked off of your shoulder
I'll .357 four-four you
Yeah, that's a bulldog and I'm a bulldozer
You know you don't want no smoke, soldier
No warfare, it won't be fair, fuck nigga
We prepared, nigga, pick a date and we'll be there
You can get shot or get jumped on like leap year, fuck nigga, yeah
Don't make the news, don't break the rules, we takin' food
Pop at a pussy for playin' possum, I paid my due
I'm built to win, you made to lose
I make it my business to fuck you over
I'm asshole, I'm Trae Tha Truth
Run through them hoes in them Hummers
Thumb through the bands and the commas
Valet the Wraith, I'm a stunner
Kickin' shit like a punter
I promise I'ma do numbers
I want the summer, I'm comin'
Got my niggas' back for life and I ain't never fronted
Know my kind of brother, you don't want that nigga
Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down
You know how we used to do on my block (My block)
Bunch of stolen gats in a hotbox (Hotbox)
Ride with the work in the speaker box (Yeah)
You know we sell that shit just like it's legal now (Uh-huh)
You know how we used to do on my block (My block)
Bunch of stolen gats in a hotbox (Hotbox)
Every time I'm in the booth, I'm spittin' Grammy verses
I DDT your baby moms, I'm talkin' Mr. Perfect
Let's keep it real, you got a deal but you fuckin' worthless
I catch a body with the shotty, I ain't never nervous
Black cat, so clean, black cat, thirteen
Been gettin' money since thirteen, Kobe Bryant got five rings
Whoa, you violate, the goonies go retarded
And start bangin' on you pussies like Mr. Marcus
My artsy girl named Coachella
Backstage I get throatchella
Her best friend wanna do me too
She gon' follow suit, she a coat-teller
I came through in my coat tailor
Few baddies that know better
I'm in the lab, I'm so Dexter
We get stoned, that's Rosetta
She missed every lecture, but still I got some class
She not the brightest in the bunch, but still she got some ass
Look, in every hood I get a pass
Rest in peace to Doe B, we get it out the hockey bag
Know my kind of brother, you don't want that nigga
Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down
You know how we used to do on my block (My block)
Bunch of stolen gats in a hotbox (Hotbox)
Ride with the work in the speaker box (Yeah)
You know we sell that shit just like it's legal now (Uh-huh)
You know how we used to do on my block (My block)
Bunch of stolen gats in a hotbox (Hotbox)
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