This is for you niggas who try to doubt my capabilities
I'm tighter than your niggas, so good luck on getting rid of me
I'm never bowing down, so you better get to feeling me
And if you miss the memo, man, I'm ceasing all my enemies

Niggas know I got the dro, no Bambino, Cali smoke
If you think you venom pussy, know I keep that antidote
Mexicans row tha boat, Coca-kilos move the dope
Purple crystal powder pills, hey, whatever floats your boat

Want that new Mercedes but I really want a Rarri bitch
And if you don't like the bitch, baby, I am sorry
But like I said before the bitch said she want a sorry
I like that new Mercedes, but I'm feeling that Ferrari

Got my blinders on, no left or right for the bullshit
I'm on the right track like Seat Biscuit on a full sprint
Try to knock me down, man, you better have a full clip
And I don't fuck with dirtbags, nigga, I don't like lint

These niggas be fictitious, talk that shit at the studio
They slipping through the cracks, but I'm catching shit like Ichiro
Speaking of that Ichiro, I got a new Suzuki, though
I'm in the popping wheelies, just don't ask me what it hit me for

Lean to the left, and I shoot with my right
If you put your trust in me, I guarantee you'll be alright
If you got a couple dollars, then I got some product for ya
I said it once, I'll say it twice

I'm a hustling motherfucker