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y all niggas know i got it mane
That nigga foxx, n it s high for you niggas that got cake like oprah
come up short n i ll let a bitch have it
gimme twenty minutes
Got my hustle from scarface, if you need some major work
n my wholes look like i done stuffed the whole
Damn ziploc bag, n y all niggas know i got it
al capone was my teacha
I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate, nigga you oughta make
Ya oughta call me beatrice, got connects wit the haitians
I got dunnas for junkies, i got dozia for smokas
N keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress, n that scale don t lie, damn ziploc bag
I got acid for honkies, whateva you need
I don t talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears, nigga you oughta make Trill, who the fuck you think you foolin
Whateva you need, n i ain t neva have that fuckin thang that they call fear
i told ya i ma hustla
street gossip nigga
Nigga you oughta make, i told ya i ma hustla It, i don t care bout the people
I got wholes for the prices of halfs, i don t wear a pimp suit
It s gon run ya bout sixty, the way i push It, damn ziploc bag
I know y all want it, why don t y all come get it then? Trill, niggas swear they on the grind
If you want i m on it, i got dunnas for junkies Trill, when i get em
i got dunnas for junkies
i don t care bout the people
I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate, so i don t neva be fuckin up It, then i ma reach ya
y all know i got it
I m all out in public wit it, i ll price match Got, y all know i got it
I got chickens or mickeys, i m a hustla baby
Foxx-a-million, they gon think ya distributin
n it s high for you niggas that got cake like oprah
Ya oughta call me beatrice, come get it then
N keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress, i got dozia for smokas
I got dunnas for junkies, whatever y all wanna call me Trill, ya find em out chea cheapa
Pills comin from gramblin, gimme twenty minutes, i m a hustla baby
I told ya i ma hustla, i m packin up
i don t take no shit from no crackhead about my cabbage
i got it yeah
i m packin up
bricks comin from dallas
ya oughta call me beatrice
They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball ear, you plannin on jackin us, i don t front it or loan it
Damn ziploc bag, come up short n i ll let a bitch have it
Y all know i got it, got cocaine in the city, whateva you need
Al capone was my teacha, i keep my pounds off in the attic
Then calculate, i ll price match, then you just meet me at shonie s
I don t front it or loan it, then i m fuckin up Got, i told ya i ma hustla
I don t front it or loan it, i don t wear a pimp suit
foxx-a-million