showing up showing out making my presence known rolling up smoking out in a perfect fucking zone fast laning and slumming you can hear this hustler coming round the block with hell knock cutting up stunting middle finger out the sun roof buckled up not loose ready to catch a fade ready to put up my fucking dukes read to squeeze and make a neck like this bottle of grey goose i ain t never cashed a check just street nigga loot mannishness foolery rocking hella jewelry local superstar you oughta see my car outta sight up to par came a long way hecka far and i owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar there s macking in my dna make a bitch pay what she weight everyday a holiday born and raised up in the yay a polished young brother never been a sucker a sharp hustler flyer than a crop duster we out here grittin bout gudda it s like a holiday standing out on the steps where my mama stay walking right up to the car let s keep it coming we out here slummin trapping and checking my traps collecting and counting my racks steadily shooting craps toting and packing gats at the party double fisted at the bar gettin hella twisted see that bitch right there that s the homie bitch but he don t know i m hitting it little gutter chick can t get enough of it strung out on my dick she like to spit on it act classy but really a freak nasty she like for me to nut on her cavity it s game involved i m a damn fool i m the nigga a fixture my nigga i m the dude i ve never been a big tipper i can be hella rude only thing i tip is my liquor and my brew boss status smoking cabbage living lavish extra mannish profit flipping flipping profit louis sipping hustle holic 