Uh, uh, Hustle Gang ni**a
F**k you sayin' fool
No rappin' a** ni**a man!
We da south!
We don't care nothing 'bout that sh*t coming out your mouth!
Swag b**ch!

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Three, this sh*t d**e
B**ch I'm hot but the whip cold
These b**ches talkin' bout they Limber
Got these b**ches in Limbo
Money real long b**ch limo
Whoop a ni**a a** like Kimbo
Hol' up where the muthaf**kin' hood at (where the hood at?)
I'm doing this sh*t with my kinfolk

This sh*t cold,
slow ni**a down move the blitz slow
they don't see a ni**a cuz the tint tho
I'm lookin' for a mothaf**kin' nympho
Bricks in the goddamn Pinto
you want a couple those get the info
break down dimes look like Mentos
If the shoes ain't a grand we don't get those
Uh, hurry up ni**a this the last ki
They don't know where the fiberglass safe at
To get in that b**ch you need a glass key
I'm ballin like a mothaf**kin' athlete these niggas can't rap if you ask me
Check the alphabet ni**a I'm the last "G"
Usain Bolt can't catch me!
Boat motor Chevy can't pass me
Pink berry mollie b**ch rasby
If a ni**a think he better I forgive him
" Dro spit like pac" ni**a begged him
NYC ni**a feel him
3Krazy flow imma get him
I don't need a bulletproof vest
I took a .45 to the stomach can't kill him!
Young Dro!

Three, I'm Gucci, ATL ni**a eat sushi
$5, 000 Yorkie named Poochie
I don't want your b**ch, I want coochie
On the yacht boat ni**a I'm the crew chief
Sick flow b**ch you gotta sue me
If a 30 year old b**ch wanna do me She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually
My b**ch ain't black she persian
Got a cashmere drop top 'burban
I'm ghetto a** ni**a you suburban
got waves in my head, I'm surfin'
Al Qaeda ni**a with the turban
Got 20 bricks in the excursion
I'm Kush ni**a you can keep "purpin"
This sac get low i'm lurkin'
Ride on a Bentley Green and White Bobby and Whitney
Poppin they kidney, way blacker than Portier Sydney
Detroit what up doe
Got Cartier with me
Got weight you wanna lift it got 20 blocks with me
I'm trill though flow lyrics up in your earlobe
5 shots u-up out the K in your ribs tho
Niggas know I'm gangsta cuz I'm up in the grill tho
I'll kill all y'all and after that? Kill more!

Got the Louis I kill em in the Premium denim
You medium ni**a I make you be obedient ni**a
I got flavor check out my ingredients ni**a
I get higher then a balloon with helium in it
I'm really a menace rush a ho like Willie McGinnis
I'm really committed to f**king with the richest of b**ches
I'm itching for digits I'm part way pimpin efficient
B**ches see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing:
Hey cold world with the rocks on you niggas get popped on
Like yellow sh*t but the color of popcorn
My b**ch wrap me, I got the façon
Drop Panamera I'm gettin' my false on
Hands free phone I'm getting my top thrown
I gotta spit hard, cause my ni**a Pac gone
If I ain't gettin money then ni**a you bout wrong
Your broad calling the house but ni**a I'm not home