(feat. Hell Rell)



[Hell Rell]

Nigga what cha money like I keep dough, E-Hole

Spice the track up like a doe bow Sasone's a free throw

My hitman Janito

He don't speak no English lingo

And he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico

Find a nigga and kill em's the only thing that he know

He'll ring ya doorbell and pop you right through the peephole

Far as his key go?

It's gone get stepped on, cooked up, broke down

Probably get distributed in yo town

Block got me grinding, watch keeping me bright

Nigga why I'm a knock ya hustle if mine treating me right

And a nigga too busy to get in some beef with a loser

Keep my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger

Cuz if I finger fuck my gun and play wit her trigger

She ain't gone scream I don't feel like it today on a nigga

I'm sayin my nigga

This is real facts, real truth

I will shoot you then go rap about it in a real booth

Spit Hip-Hop heroin, liquid crack

Park the six next to ya five and tell deal with that

380's ain't gone do it fam switch to macks

Before you talk shit or even think starting up a war

Plush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the floor

Two Spanish bitches running round reckless and butt naked

If you a ladies man I'll bury you wit cha chick

If you a true hustler I'll bury you wit a brick

See the streets is watching, more money more haters

Fuck em' all keep flossing, more linen, more gators

I rap now, still hit the block for a buck

A thousand channels satellite on top of the truck what's really good nigga