Nothin' W U

Big body swervin all in and out of lanes
Big chains
No games, don't play around
Yeah we smokin loud but when the cops come won't hear a sound
(Shhhhh)
You climb the ladder Imma knock it down
Switched up my style, made it cool and y'all gon wear it now
Fuck it
I think I'm gettin used to it
Everything I do, I'm doing better than how you do it
I be focused I be in my zone
I be making plays calling shots from a mobile phone
And I ain't bouta sleep until I get what I been focused on
Big gas in the woods homie what you smoking on?
Pullin up on the scene I'm like homie what's the word?
I ain't bouta rest until I get that bag secured
It's gon be a massacre if I don't get what I deserve
I rip mics, I spit like I been here
I always be grindin and I put that on my word

I'm throwing up my set just because we so sick
Boy I got the juice everybody knows it
Coming for the crown take this as a notice
And I'm chasing after racks baby that's my motive

Pitching from the mound homie watch me change up
OG in the wood homie watch me flame up
If you feel the same way then lemme see you burn one
Come and take a trip with the kid you could learn some

I'm just doing my thang, we just actin a fool
Yeah you heard it first and we coming to you
Hating on me cause it's something to do
You a broke boy, don't want nothing with you
I'm just doing my thang, we just actin a fool
Yeah you heard it first and we coming to you
Hating on me cause it's something to do
You a broke boy, don't want nothing with you

Wake up in the morning I be in my bag
Yeah I keep it tucked I can't go out sad
What you know bout that?
You gotta go around back
Talking down on gang 150 rounds flat
Now your momma's gon be sad when you can't bounce back
This a real mothafuckin hustla's soundtrack
Pull the weight out the safe
Take it straight to the face
Do the race in a Ford Escape
Bitch check my pace
I was in the trap with them goons
Riding dirty in the back with the tools
17 with the straps and the rugs
Bad bitch nice ass with the boobs
They could never put me in a box
Headed to the top
Imma cop the drop top, pull it off the parking lot
Imma hit the stop, drop, and roll cause I set the booth on fire
Imma be here for a while

I'm just doing my thang, we just actin a fool
Yeah you heard it first and we coming to you
Hating on me cause it's something to do
You a broke boy, don't want nothing with you
I'm just doing my thang, we just actin a fool
Yeah you heard it first and we coming to you
Hating on me cause it's something to do
You a broke boy, don't want nothing with you