fuc what they talking bout me ima call um out scary bitches love to lie but the truth ain't hard to find all you gotta do is open your eyes now you realize what was lies so keep the facts straight put money on your body like a bitch on back page dam straight i'm the one that raised the crime rate crime pays and I gotta get the bag got the gift of gab cuz Ima hustla fuck around and bullets we can chuck or we can knuckle up I'm really with the shit if you wanna test my nuts I wish you the best of luck but you should just give up cuz you ain't ever gonna get close enough to do any harm to me but you ain't that hard to reach and if you think it's sweet I'll bury you beneath the concrete having your family wondering where the hell you've gone but I'll be the only one who knows the reason you ain't ever going home fuck what they talking bout me ima call them out scary bitches love to lie but the truth ain't hard to find when I pop the top that's when your in trouble this ain't no monopoly you won't pass go say you got money but it's in my pocket tho red rover red rover that's a stop and go ya you know me I just do my thang you can watch me shine like the gold up in my chain this watch on my wrist gots so many rocks up in it that it don't even tic it don't even toc always outside I'm posted on the block with a bad bitch yo ass couldn't catch now your getting mad as you see us blow past spending all this cash at her favorite store while you're up in the window like a puppy looking sore always have your hand out asking for more you ain't ever been a hustla so you better get a job and thats on god