Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

We up in this bitch now We up in this bitch, oh Got the club feeling like a safe house We up in this bitch Shawty got a booty, let it hang out (hang out) Ain't no turnin' down, let it bang out (bang out) We ain't going home, we wanna hang out All this

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Ronny J on the beat, bitch! Haha, ay, uh, uh Red light, let that bitch go at the red light Big bite, bet that bitch bite like a great white Fistfight, uh, can't do that, we tote them dicks like Gunfight, know that this ain't what you want Yes I'm

This is sweet revenge And karma's a bitch You glutton for punishment What did you expect? Yet still you talk Try to fight but I will watch you fall A fistful of fear in my hands A bullet of betrayal in my brain

Yeah! It's Hussle in the house This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns money and bitches that's the way that we do it First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on We come through daytime with the lights on Now hit the fast

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

I came to fuck this shit up Yeah I came to fuck this shit up We came to fuck this shit up You know why I came, you know why I came While we on the beat goin' up I got the rythme in my cup Told my Rollie we cuttin' the rug Yeah these bitches, they swear

Just call this shit HiiiPower Five star dishes, food for thought bitches You can't resist his HiiiPower Throw your hands up for HiiiPower Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower Frightening, so fucking frightening Who