That Boy

You can put my lines up your nose and try to toot the shit Put 'em in the needle, stick 'em in your veins and shoot the shit Try and pack 'em up and slam 'em on the newest grip Hop out with the illest kicks and piece with the bluest wrist You would think I was Jewish the way I move a brick Think I own a dealership because I got so many whips Get money, you niggas try and penny-pinch Pull off in a Porsche, blowin' dro under limo tints No ice on the Rollie, a natural watch Blow down in the Benz with the retractable tops Make 'em scatter on blocks, it don't matter, I'm hot Keep a tub full of ice, this ain't your average hop So we pack it up and serve the shit You can whack it three times before you serve the shit Man, I got girl too, I'ma serve the bitch If you got five hundred dollars, I'll serve her six They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) I'm somethin' like a jacker 'cause I roll with a mob You nothin' but an actor 'cause your role come with a job I got clappers that'll sing your soul to God Got hoes, they don't wanna work, they'd rather blow a job Niggas hatin' 'cause I'm makin' dough a lot Only reason 'cause your block got more vacant than a soda pop I know the flow is hot, run up on me for a pop Have your ass shoulder-leanin' like you got your shoulder shot I'm from the land where niggas post up and they know it's hot Still serve undercovers when they know it's cops So don't get pissed 'cause I'm stackin' and stuntin' What you think I'm sellin' CDs, rappin' for nothin'? What you think I'm sellin' all this weed, trappin' for nothin'? I can't correct no cappin' or frontin', straight cash, no frontin' So when you see me on the ave just hustlin' Your broke ass bet' not ask for nothin' They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) Pistol-whip your face, strip you for your cake Tip the police, I clip your family with the K I'm in these cold streets, no other place I'd rather stay I'm in that AK, young Rye bossy and A Tino, Neen, Lil Ron and Feddy team Lil Weezy make it look easy, they fresh out the bing Young Green KD tryna avoid the sting Big Cuz is my nigga, seldomly seen I solemnly swear I'm into that trap shit I'm still here, but I had to clap shit to exist Take a life of my brother, sold crack to my sis I drove a hundred thousand dollar car before I bought a crib The life that I live is very precious indeed A lot of niggas lost they life, but I'm the type to succeed You the type of motherfucker get a fifty to leave I'm the type to leave the murder scene with blood on my sleeve They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) They sayin' that your boy got hell of a hustle They sayin' that your boy do nothin' but bubble That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) That boy got (Dro), that boy got (Blow) I'm somethin' like a jacker 'cause I roll with a mob Pistol-whip your face, strip you for your cake That boy got (Gold), that boy got (Dough) I'm somethin' like a jack