I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah) Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday I’m in Chris Brown's body I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday Lil

Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and

Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life Looking back at yo' life Who the fuck is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Won't be worth for damn if you ain't living it right All we know is stripes, learned to die for

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

Welcome to the frat house I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Hey, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit (ayy) Can't you hear me baby? Yeah nigga, it's me again I'm still around, I guess I win You hear

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

These haters feelin' slighted 'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh It's the night This the night, (This the night, this the night) This the night My jewelry shinin’ bright This the night, huh We ain't come to play Yeah, my bitch she came to