Wasabi Hustle

[Verse 1: Tyze Nitro]
So my bitch, she bad I got her on her knees
Could have been shotting but I'm moving nothing but beats to the street
4Neg unleash like CIA and cocaine
We spread to your system like dead cockroaches
303 we rep Tixplosive*
Funny how i got so good I ain’t joking
Got the gauge on me like poachers approaching
Roll weed instantly if I go cold turkey
Send me for me and i’ll leave glass stained like church windows on sunday
Shit talk is my motive, man talk down on me like I’m 4 foot 4
I'm 5 foot 7 leave man squashed right on the floor
Pick him under my shoe like a piece of chewing gum
See the prints stuck on him off my Air Force 1s
I’m blacked out like movement, take your money and spend it on my studio improving
Nitro Euphoria* season, yellow the new fashion
Got the crowds raising the arms like some fucking facists
Im Zed generation roman and that’s it
Generation of the net, like spiders with corners at it

[Verse 2: Huey Evergeen]
No Instagrams square up nigga, These some insta hands
Box your man's he a lost soul now, no jazzmataz
Kyzerhead Jr on the road gotta stay calm
Fuck it yo, grab up some Greenz gotta light y'all
It’s crazy when you in this deep, we gotta stop the plan to try to rob my data is like foster care
Cats put they hands in the air like stick em up
And your best song is the smallest of the buttercups

[Verse 3: Huey Evergreen]
Man let's face it, nevermind y'all got nothing to face with
Crazy bastard making music with his friend again
Rapping up a square, man I'm rapping up a square, and sent that shit straight to your house like a trojan horse
I swear MCs get wear and tear like 747 tail strikes at Kai Tek airport
Yeah I know my planes nigga
I can never lie, I'm greedy lets look at the bigger picture

[Bridge: Tyze Nitro]
Northside nigga been all over the capital, know it goes shit when it goes down south
Standing on business follow my route, chastity belt i ain't fucking around
If it’s no good for me, I’m still smoking that shit

[Verse 4: Tyze Nitro]
Give a fuck about a Brit, I got my KFC and Kool-Aid
Like LL Cool J, I hit em high till I’m high with no due date
Kick like judo on pitch, Invade the game out of nowhere like a Kyzerhead mixtape
Got me schizo with the vocal chops in my head
I live in the outskirts I’m now beyond the ends
Fuck parliament, I debate hood politics
Show up in the trap house with your baby mother on my dick
Ze!