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Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin' Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin G.I. thuggin Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin Hardrock hustling Bitches stick to the dick cause you know a nigga holding Living on some pimp shit I'm a let y'all chase hoes, I'm a get chosen Keep a bitch dick whipped Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open Fresh up off a straight dope stain I know my clothes still smell like cocaine The real niggas understand I ain't trying to be the man If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide Getting my thug on where I preside Nigga been bust at, still I survive Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack I'm street certified, nigga - check my stats Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat And these little niggas said they got racks on racks So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax Got damn Fuck what I'm worth Still out here on the grind Trying to stack racks Racks on racks, never caught slipping Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag Fucks with the hood Still eat good Hanging with the killers with the black masks They will kidnap your wife and kids You niggas don't want that Do what we gotta do to make it Hope them jackers won't take it If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go If you try to open shop up, that shit closed Money and the power What we hustle for? We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors