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[Intro: T.I.]

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[Verse 1: T.I.]

I double cup my lean, while I penetratin' your ho

Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen

By far the coolest you know

Nigga you can ask anybody you know bout me they tell ya shawty gon' go

I been bout it, you know bout me shawty known for banging that four

Okay, I keep warrant no I.D., got a couple bad bitches by me

You can't be walkin .. with that two lead don't try me

Try lotto my auto cost two million euros

These hoes all on me like they think my manure gold

Okay these hoes be actin' up

These niggas be actin' tough

Hustle Gang, everybody got rap with us

Wanna see her I dont even gotta ask to fuck

See your chicken' my pimpin as soon as I walked in

She just asked me one question, she said do you like woman who really like woman?

I came with my friends and we comin' with you

Is you with it? I was just like

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[Verse 2: B.o.B]

I pull up front about four doors

I'mma roll up blunts with about four O's

I'mma young nigga with an old soul

That's why these niggas all got my old flow

They get mad cause they hoes chose

I'mma slang that wood, I'mma throw that oak

I dont call her back, cause I dont owe that ho

I just ignore that bitch like I don't know that ho

Aye,did you know that?

Everyday is a Kodak

And they ain't know me till I went Pop

But I was gettin' money way before that

With your main bitch on my floor mat

When I'm finished with her here's your ho back

I told that bitch, don't act like you know I wouldn't call where your coat at?

Niggas is freezing Hustle Gang season

Goons on the payroll, looking for a reason to create some balance when shit gets uneven

So say what you mean and do no be misleading

Shit the fuck up when real niggas is speaking

Cause life is a game and you will be deleted

Nigga, you will be obsoleted

You will witness the rise of the Phoenix (gang)

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[Verse 3: Young Dro]

Kill em in the Benz, kill em in the drop

Up my flow nigga hit em with the pop

Nigga I'mma rebel slash killer misionary

I be going fuckin' stupid, I'mma fuckin adversary

Backyard cemetary,where you wanna get buried?

Put you right next to the bitch named Mary

That's the last bitch I motherfuckin' strangle'd

She tried to set me up, so I hung her like a hanger

I'mma keep it real I'm a God damn singer

I can hit a note like Aretha damn Franklin

But I bet I still snap on a God damn banger

Nigga I'll work your bitch like a trainer

Hit it from the back, then tell bitch push up

Dick on the chin, yeah bitch chin up

Trick got bent up, pockets on fill up

If your sick of looking at a nigga bitch spit up

Forty-five grand on my motherfuckin' wrists

I like you ho, I finna blow that bitch a kiss

If she stick around, I'm a throw the bitch dick

If the bitch get smart, I dont throw the bitch shit

I like doing this, but I love doing that

Horse this label nigga need to get on my back

Nigga I'll run to the motherfuckin' end

Call me Joe Biscuit, I'mma win

Ain't gettin' paper, Trick come again

Bitch I'm inside you just like a sin

Ya'll nigga friendemy's ya'll ain't friends

Hustle Gang nigga we ain't never gon' bend

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[Verse 4: Trae The Truth]

Yeah nigga money really long

Chopper down what the fuck you niggas really on?

Fuck nigga you can see I'm worth a million

Tell em my hustle be a minute before this milli gone

Truth got it on lock no keys on em

Push a nigga top back no breeze on em

Give a nigga the whole clip I squeeze on em

Ice game so cold I sneeze on em

Somebody kill before I make shit freeze on em

I don't talk about shit I put fees on em

They'll get and put another couple G's on em

Make em put them in the dirt grow trees on em

I'll throw a motherfuckin' fit

This two-door Phantom you ain't fuckin' with

Jump out like bitch who you fuckin with?

Not me, evidently you ain't fuckin shit

I'm gold in my zone can't nobody come save us

I'm turnt to the max, diamonds looking like Vegas

I ball like Durant, rep the west like the Lakers

I do this for real other niggas is fakers

Yeah, niggas better get they mind right

When they come to get money, nigga mine right

When its time to shine on em, I'mma shine bright

Jet black Audemars my time right

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