[Intro]
(Dun Deal, hey)
(Oh lala, Shaz)
Ayy (Yo, Manny)
[Chorus]
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I’ve been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I’m that ni**a, best believe, yeah, them all facts
I can't trust these ni**as or these b*tches 'cause they all rats
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap
Kenny kill playin' ass, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your b*tch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back, yeah
I be ballin' all the time, I’m point guard and the quarterback
[Verse 1]
Beat the case and got my .40 back, they like, "Glock, where that lawyer at?"
I’ve been broke, and ain't goin’ back, I just ran up them racks again
Yeah, I just made a bag again, Benjamin Franklin my best friend
And Nina she gon' always be my b*tch, she ride until the end, yeah
[Bridge]
I've been a hustlin' since a little (Yeah)
Eight-figure deal ’cause I'm still independent (Yeah)
And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah)
I've been a hustlin' since a little (Yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (Yeah)
And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody fu*kin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Still money hungry, right now on a mill' run
Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then deal done", yeah
b*tch, I be ballin', ballin', Spalding and Wilson
I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some mobile on my arm, yeah
Choppas 'round the house, we chop sh*t up where I come from, yeah
I live up in a mansion but I still be in the slums, yeah
When you really gettin' money, it's some pros and it's some cons
Yep I'm in the streets not industry, these ni**as nothin' but punks
[Chorus]
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that ni**a, best believe, yeah, that them all facts
I can't trust these ni**as or these b*tches 'cause they all rats (Uh-huh)
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know it's all cap
Kenny kill playin' ass, hit your ass with all of that (Bah)
I hit your b*tch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back, yeah
I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback