I'm on a mission to racc up these digits So I'm keeping the tool, the hammers the wrenches But y'all niggaz trippin riding round stickless If u in bacc of the hurst how u stuntin on bitches In love with blue Benji's Hamilton and Grant them there my henchmen Jumping out the whip bitch niggaz flinching Price on his head, send them to get them, ending his living When I'm wit my Bros I'm spittin some wisdom Put me around hoes and I'm spittin some izm Put me round oops and I'm getting wit em Either way it go I'm in my rythm You'll never hear I'm fina get him Cuz that nigga already got Disrespect me ain't no living in him And I put that on my dead pops Y'all be peeping my sentences I'm painting some vivid ass images The Hustle game begin with wrist That G shit ain't on him it's in the K!d Yall pussy niggaz feminine Spice girl, Cinnamon I knew ya faggot ass was into men And proud to be a ball chin-e-in What  that mf say That nigga ignorant All my people is gangstas and triggermen Ready to bust and put an end to men Me andy dollaz getting intimate Yo bank account say that u indigent Fucc middle men I ball , running the green , Wimbledon No cap in my rap if u touching my raccs Then I'm at yo chest nigga like vinolin U better not mess up, ya life's under pressure U flex up u ain't gone end with a win