Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sushi, artist - Young Scooter. Album song The Recipe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Reckless Republic
Song language: English
Sushi |
Yeah |
Eastside in this bitch, haha |
Chophouze on the track |
You dig? |
I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie) |
Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope) |
They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
(Yeah) |
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up) |
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets) |
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie) |
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign) |
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah) |
I’ll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane |
Real talk, I did just four shows for a hundred bands |
Young Scooter I took the harder way, came up like Derez |
All these pussy ass niggas be snitchin', they got Ralo in the feds |
I’m the king of jugg music, you pussy niggas know that |
All that juggin' in your raps, you niggas should thank me for that |
Sell a million dollars worth of sacks, you wanna walk in my shoes |
Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules |
Yeah, I’m one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit |
You know half you rap niggas ain’t sold a nick |
I’m a product of my environment, they named me after the pavement |
Street, street, Zone 6, real 80's baby |
I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie) |
Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope) |
They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
(Yeah) |
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up) |
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets) |
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie) |
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign) |
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah) |
I got sushi, cocaina, shit be soft as ice cream |
Throw a brick and a half of remix in the re-rock machine |
The dope’ll moonwalk 'cross the pot, like that boy Billie Jean |
My trap look like a parking lot, each cost twenty racks a piece |
Ain’t no limits on this money, call me Master P |
Half you niggas dick riders, call 'em Master D |
Ask your CEO, he probably bought some bags from me |
I done seen it all before so you can’t handle me |
I got the key to the streets, I got the master key, makin' eighty like every |
week |
A million dollars worth of ice, the police, they harrassin' me |
They thought it was over, I recharged like a battery |
I jugged a whole mil' in the hood with Alley B |
I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie) |
Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope) |
They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
(Yeah) |
I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up) |
I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets) |
Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie) |
I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign) |
I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah) |