Get off your ass and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm fuckin' your bitch under covers I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight

Trigger finger itching got me busting holes in my crib Kodak Black, Kill Bill Yeah I kill for the bill, steal for the bill Yeah it get real for the bill I was riding for these niggas 'fore they rode for they selves 'Cause they know I'm that lil' Zoe who

They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

Take your time, shorty (time) Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush) Study around shorty (study around) Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down) Man go down, shorty (man go down) Take the police, shorty On high speed, shorty (Shorty, uh, shorty)

Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade away Told her bust it, bust it, Flipmode Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade away, yeah yeah Shoot it, shoot it, lock it down, fade

Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches) Bitch, you know what I'm totin' Bust a duffel bag open (uh!) (open) Hush money in the sofa (shhh) Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus) Fall asleep with the stove lit Ho-hocus Pocus

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a

Mic check, 1 2 I'm just going to get right to it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga! I'm cinematic making everybody panic I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga! We