[INTRO]
Yeah
Mmm
Fuck
Yeah
[Chorus]
Sorry ma but I been thuggin’ like its nothing, (nothing)
Deep off in these streets you know a youngin’ gotta hustle, (hustle)
Yeah I got lil Mya and lil Art you know I love ya, (I luh' you)
Bitch you fuck with me you fuck with mine and then ill bust ya (bow, bow)
They told me fake it til you make it I ain't faking imma take it, (take it)
Bitch I’m on my grind and niggas hate but they can't break it, (uh)
Rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so bitch I face it, (uh)
Yspkg catch me in traffic bitch I’m racing, (I’m racing)
[VERSE 1: Art Jones]
Nigga ain't got no patience, (patience)
Nigga not complacent, (complacent)
Yeah I’m in the building but a nigga in the basement, (basement)
Tryna see the attic but my love for cash is racist, (is racist)
House full of blue faces, (faces)
Take the green and rake it, don't mistake it I be chilling but I’m fucked up
I’m from New Orleans it ain't shit to get you bust up
I'm mc hammer with this glizzy you can’t touch us
I jacked that nigga and told that nigga you shouldn’t’ve trust us
[Chorus]
Sorry ma but I been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
Deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle)
Yeah I got lil Mya and lil Art you know I love ya, (I luh' you)
Bitch you fuck with me you fuck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow bow)
They told me fake it til you make it I ain't faking imma take it, (uh) bitch I’m on my grind and niggas hate but they can't break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so bitch I face it, (uh)
Yspkg catch me in traffic bitch I'm racing, (I'm racing)
[VERSE 2: Art Jones]
Just a nigga rolling swishas with the cali co, (cali co)
I’m tryna get to California not to cali yo, (to cali yo)
This shit get cold like Minnesota but I’m a soldier, (soldier)
9 off in my pocket but the 40 leave you toe' up, (toe' up)
Sick lil bitch i throw up, (throw up)
Twist and ima pour up, (pour up)
I can only go up, (go up)
I used to be a soldier but now everybody know us, (know us)
Hit the club the bitches show me love I make em blow us, (blow us) once I cut them bitches off fuck her I don’t know her (know her)
[Chorus]
Sorry ma but I been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
Deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle) yeah I got lil Mya and lil Art you know I love ya, (I luh' you)
Bitch you fuck with me you fuck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow, bow)
They told me fake it til you make it I ain't faking imma take it, (uh) bitch I’m on my grind and niggas hate but they can't break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so bitch I face it, (face it)
Yspkg (yeah) catch me in traffic bitch I’m racing, (I’m racing)
[VERSE 3: Art Jones]
Make em' skeet all on your street they call me creepy, (creepy)
Used to come through with the heart cos to sling that shit was easy, (uh)
Nigga ain't no freebies fuck them niggas on the tv bitch I do this shit in 3d, (uh)
Copy flip repeat it til I cop that Lamborghini
These niggas don’t want no beef but all these niggas wanna be me, (uh)
Rollin' in that benzo got new charges but I beat it, (beat it)
Mj on these bitches Billie Jean just caught my semen, (uh)
Nigga I’m in these streets so catch a nigga with the heater
[Chorus]
Sorry ma but I been thuggin like its nothing, (nothing)
Deep off in these streets you know a youngin gotta hustle, (hustle) yeah I got lil Mya and lil Art you know I love ya, (I luh' you)
Bitch you fuck with me you fuck with mine and then ill bust ya, (bow, bow)
They told me fake it til you make it I ain't faking imma take it, (uh) bitch I’m on my grind and niggas hate but they can’t break it, (uh) rolling up the “[?]” ease my mind so bitch I face it, (uh)
Yspkg catch me in traffic bitch I’m racing , (yeah)