That Boy

You can put my lines up your nose and try to toot the shit
Put 'em in the needle, stick 'em in your veins and shoot the shit
Try and pack 'em up and slam 'em on the newest grip
Hop out with the illest kicks and piece with the bluest wrist
You would think I was Jewish the way I move a brick
Think I own a dealership because I got so many whips
Get money, you niggas try and penny-pinch
Pull off in a Porsche, blowin' dro under limo tints

No ice on the Rollie, a natural watch
Blow down in the Benz with the retractable tops
Make 'em scatter on blocks, it don't matter, I'm hot
Keep a tub full of ice, this ain't your average hop

So we pack it up and serve the shit
You can whack it three times before you serve the shit
Man, I got girl too, I'ma serve the bitch
If you got five hundred dollars, I'll serve her six

They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)
They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)

I'm somethin' like a jacker 'cause I roll with a mob
You nothin' but an actor 'cause your role come with a job
I got clappers that'll sing your soul to God
Got hoes, they don't wanna work, they'd rather blow a job
Niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' dough a lot
Only reason 'cause your block got more vacant than a soda pop

I know the flow is hot, run up on me for a pop
Have your ass shoulder-leanin' like you got your shoulder shot
I'm from the land where niggas post up and they know it's hot
Still serve undercovers when they know it's cops
So don't get pissed 'cause I'm stackin' and stuntin'
What you think I'm sellin' CDs, rappin' for nothin'?
What you think I'm sellin' all this weed, trappin' for nothin'?
I can't correct no cappin' or frontin', straight cash, no frontin'
So when you see me on the ave just hustlin'
Your broke ass bet' not ask for nothin'

They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)
They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)

Pistol-whip your face, strip you for your cake
Tip the police, I clip your family with the K
I'm in these cold streets, no other place I'd rather stay
I'm in that AK, young Rye bossy and A

Tino, Neen, Lil Ron and Feddy team
Lil Weezy make it look easy, they fresh out the bing
Young Green KD tryna avoid the sting

Big Cuz is my nigga, seldomly seen
I solemnly swear I'm into that trap shit
I'm still here, but I had to clap shit to exist
Take a life of my brother, sold crack to my sis
I drove a hundred thousand dollar car before I bought a crib
The life that I live is very precious indeed
A lot of niggas lost they life, but I'm the type to succeed
You the type of motherfucker get a fifty to leave
I'm the type to leave the murder scene with blood on my sleeve

They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)
They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle
They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow)

I'm somethin' like a jacker 'cause I roll with a mob
Pistol-whip your face, strip you for your cake
That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough)
I'm somethin' like a jack