i want to be a husalah yeah yeah biotch yeah oh shit dis shit slap cuddy i ain t gon lie this shit knock you feel me yo yo yo ever since i was a young nigga i want to be a husalah playin hella slap in my candy painted drop i used to love vogues now them fours mollywop 73 caprice drop coke white guts dumb knock nigga when i slide up the block i see the hoes choose niggas get mad and smirk cause they know these niggas ll get the blues when the 223 s a get spittin out the k make way for the h u s a l a h out da gate they got nerve nigga i m like mcdonald s over 12 million niggas served so get your nerves blew the back out ya face get the fuck out my face you ll get clapped by the k i know you wonderin when the mob gon stop they see they main girls on the side of my drop i told her don t talk to me bitch talk to my cock and if yo nigga got problems then talk to my chop i come around the corner in my 73 drop it s coke white top and you know it s dumb knock ya girl and she ridin in my drop if you got a problem with me nigga just talk to my chop talk to my chop nigga have a conversation when them 223 s they a get to separatin the left side of ya chest from the right side i ma catch a nigga with the left from the blind side sleep a nigga run through his pockets hop in my 350 rocket and drop the top and just rock it i don t give a fuck yeah nigga it s young husalah husalah gettin stupid dumb retarded and up geese on suckas i m a beast a husalah a true life nigga not an internet thug i get two paws nigga then i flip on the four then i flip at ya eight then i flipped at the twenty now ya nigga livin great even though i got this five piece fed time i don t give a fuck i m countin money on my bed time talkin on my mobile against my skin tone while ya bitch tellin me she all alone she want me come over and bone i told her bitch i kept talkin shit cause i really think the piece of shit bitch is ugly trust me the bass is bumpin ya face is bumpin bitch don t say nothin i don t write raps so i just make knocks my pockets all green like ya girlfriends twat i m ridin in my drop drop drop drop drop i love my car i love my car  yeah i m from the mob figz i believe you know me gangsta s and husalah s we neva get no sleep 24 all the time when i make my money back i ma need anotha nine yeah a nine piece for the girl snorters the whole hood orders whole ones half thangs and quarters bitch niggas and police never seem to notice but they seem to know us fuck niggas stand near but they all below us hopin one day you ll be here but you still a owe us a hundred rounds inside your house ya kids ll never grow up i m smokin real shit nigga that ll make you throw up up chuck ya wife gettin butt fucked by a wolf that s hungry as hell you let the mess talk now we on you for real we on your head nigga for real though i m not even gonna lie yo yo yo jack and hus shower posse them my cuddy s the v and the v done hooked up we getting money and girl like hus say ya face is far from lovely i ain t even gon lie ya face is hella ugly i count a hundred thousand in my backroom i show niggas how my gat boom these niggas hate me cause beautiful but i keep two guns as usual i slide through stickin in my mufuckin drop you fuck niggas wonder when the mob gon stop but i m off top i got coke i got hop my strap don t lock and it s one in the hole ya done in da cold see the steam come off ya dome i come off the dome i come off like i m stoned made 60 thou off a single clone spend 30 leave 30 alone we connects face to face no cellular phone i hope that ain t ya girlfriend we been sellin her holmes feel me it s trill boy