| Husslers, ballers, gangsters, trap niggas |
| This one before I spend my all for my sag niggas |
| I can show you how to stall and get it back niggas |
| You ain’t no trap nigga then I don’t wanna rap with |
| None of the pills that I wanna lay in |
| Light did a nigga take that, fake shots like I’m late splash |
| Chicago our maid is, South Memphis where I got paid is |
| Now done we burned allowed |
| Me and Gucci back on the maybach |
| Nah, I don’t think I just stay fit |
| Hundred million song way and my future I can taste that |
| No hold up I erase that |
| I need a whole billion don’t give a fuck if we have to take that |
| I ain’t friendly I don’t need you trappin friendly |
| Don’t ask me if I’m wrong be what you spendin |
| If you see me then don’t ask me if you feel me |
| All this money nigga I don’t need you in my business |
| You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I’m a mad |
| Now I’m a offended |
| You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I’m a mad |
| Now I’m a offended |
| I thought you was a man that you defend yourself |
| And you ain’t half the man the man you tryin to pretend |
| When I rap through my hood they think the marrow flew |
| And if I stand on my money I’m just standing 92 |
| And I’ve been hurting for so long I think my prayers came through |
| Now when I rap through the hood it’s in the tout or bentley coupe |
| Louie shoes, Louie belt peb blow my way |
| Quarter me in New Jersey, groupie bitch give me my space |
| Don big as a soft ball, diamonds big as a golf ball |
| With a sack a nigga might bird crap |
| That bullet real like John walk |
| I’m a true gangsta, third bread hussler |
| Bustin in where I go, I rock 5 chains like a buster |
| Watch what you say to me, we ain’t family |
| My goons are sprayed for me |
| I ain’t friendly I don’t need you trappin friendly |
| Don’t ask me if I’m wrong be what you spendin |
| If you see me then don’t ask me if you feel me |
| All this money nigga I don’t need you in my business |
| You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I’m a mad |
| Now I’m a offended |
| You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I’m a mad |
| Now I’m a offended |
| I thought you was a man that you defend yourself |
| And you ain’t half the man the man you tryin to pretend |