[Verse 1: Hu$tle God]
H-S-L be the mafia
18 wheeler, No stopping us
Popular in your area
Cut these [?] marvelous
Pardon me, I mean, pardon us
Moving deep as a party bus
Blowing smoke in your residence
n***a feeling quite excellent
Ain't no if I or when I will
Take the globe in my second hand
Call me [?] the hustle man
Toking and doing the hustle dance
Loafin' rarely, that's when I can
When I do, I [?]
Eat us [?] xans over blunts as I plot [?]
You p**y
[Verse 2: Yung Mutt]
*brrrrrrat*
f** the sound of a gat
Spray a chopper
Spraying uzis
*blocka blocka*
Bullets tearing you just like a sheet of looseleaf
Give me the loot
Give me the loot please
Give me the paper b**h
I would rather get it now then later
Tired of being broke
Skull f** an alligator, turn his scales into a f**ing robe
If I can't afford it, b**h, I'll make it on my own
f** a hoe
I ain't got a bone to throw
Used to bring a b**h to eat sushi with me
Now i'm eating Mikimoto solo
All these hoes know not to get in Oddy's snow globe
Snow leopard keep it so cold
b**h i got to go, hoe
Go home
Don't call me
Money on my mind make my head so foggy
But it could be the weed
Regardless Oddy still making all these b**hes soggy
[Verse 3: Yung $carecrow]
Smoking cheefing
I'm that reaper
Demon creeping right beneath you
Call me Ceasar
59 leader
Beat his head in with the cleaver
I got a fever and my sickness now is rising quick
Breaking the meter body temperature is 666
Straight jacket shawty
Trying to calm me with a script of meds
"$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow"
All these voices i hear in my head
Now cover the bed with bodies and lead
$uicide known to be raising the dead
Walk in my shed feeling the dread of staring at hundreds of old severed heads