Really came up in the field, get money, get life or get killed Man how the fuck it's gone feel, when we starts touchin' them mils We ain't got nothing but shells, we ain't got nothing to tell Watch how the story unveil, bet you the hustla prevail Equity all in my deals, 900 dollars a meal Fuck with that T-Bone and Snow Crab Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill Slide on them leathers from Frankfort Smell it make sure it dont stank first Test her make sure that brain work Beat that shit all out the framework You was just sayin' my name, no? I figured you know how this game go So run me yo watch and yo chain bro But next time I'm callin my gang tho Shinin got all of chains on, back of that 'bach gettin' my brains blown Ran up that check then I layed low Make sure that money gone make more Nigga y'all witnessed it we got eight businesses hater that's bankroll You could die if I say so Heavy like 77th st, case closed Shit'll get straight cold Shit is just business we pull up and take souls Gorillas in ape mode L.A county uh teach you that predator play mode Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know I got a chain comin' Nigga know I got a chain coming Pussy talkin know he got a fade comin' Pull up on me with the same thuggin' I ran it up with my bitch She gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin I can't be wasting my time What I'ma do it for if it don't make nothin' I keep my 'four on my hip 'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me I know they won't take from me In my traphouse I trust, about bitches I don't give a fuck Let's see how fast you can count it, came up off 16 ounces I just parked my Wraith in the hood, cook it in my Backwood And I gotta sack for her, don't know bout you but life good I ain't been doing nothin' but countin' paper Duckin' and dodging these haters Bitches they making me sick Tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up Remember sittin in the house, wit about a hunnid pounds Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain't never seen you out here Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know I got a chain comin' Nigga know I got a chain coming Pussy talkin know he got a fade comin' Pull up on me with the same thuggin' I ran it up with my bitch She gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin I can't be wasting my time What I'ma do it for if it don't make nothin' I keep my 'four on my hip 'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me I know they won't take from me