[Hook: Cris Streetz]
Who could this be
Who could that be
Yougin's that's hustlingducking police
N*** its me
Roll up my weed
Flexing wit ease
Know its nothing to G
My team going inin in in in
Living in these streets
Trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin
[Verse 2: Cris Streetz]
It's like a job not to rob n***s
Like a full time job not to rob n***s
I be all up in ya crib if I'm starving n***
On ya couch with the wolves and we waiting for ya
Who could it be
Should be no question
Making some moves
While them n*** be stressing
They baby moms off in the club giving blessings
I'm teaching these s**as they learning they lesson
Need some instructions can sell me some sessions
You p**y ya need some protection
From G's like us
Think this only music then you got it f**ed up
In the club with my team make a toast to US
Us NVR Them
In this life know it's either sink or swim
& I'm Looking like phelps
Walk in presence get felt
Feeling like young Tyson with belt
TKO
Any f** boy that be running up
Looking clean in this all saints
Do whatever for the C notes
Find it hard trying to have restraint
Rolling in a old school
sh** got no roof
& Silent riding shotgun
Know you use to the bustas
Fronting like they hustlers
But shawty know I'm not one
[Hook: Cris Streetz]
Who could this be
Who could that be
Yougin's that's hustlingducking police
N*** its me
Roll up my weed
Flexing wit ease
Know its nothing to G
My team going inin in in in
Living in these streets
Trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin