The Rustlers
Bitch nigga
(Bavieronthebeat)
Pussy-ass nigga
Yeah
I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks
they ready for war (With them sticks)
And I heard you actin like a bitch, your whole squad
(Like a bitch, nigga)
Heard your ho is still on my dick
she keep it hard (Wow, wow)
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (Oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (Fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (Slide on it, ho)
Thumbin through these hundreds
it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (Yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach
I'll send a blitz, nigga (Blitz sender) , yeah
Iced up like the Pope, lookin' like a lick, nigga (Licky)
All these gold ropes around my neck
you won't take shit, nigga (Brrah, brrah, woo)
Shooters on deck and that's real shit, nigga
(Thats real shit, nigga)
They wont ever let you touch me, nigga (Never, nigga)
Tryna touch this water, you blaze (You blaze, yeah)
Nigga gon' send you that fire
nigga gon sound like the sun today (Okay)
Know that murder was so foul
he didn't use his gun, but face (Damn)
Know my facecard good, know why?
'Cause I done ate a lot of plates (I did)
Back in the day, no bitch in me, ayy, nigga, no way (No way)
All that pussy shit, it will not slide when you come through Ea (Ea)
I heard a couple niggas tried, but they know who to play (No way)
Paradise, we known for doin' that slidin
Gresham movin' weight (They slidin')
1-4, in that Hamp' all day (Yeah)
If your hood ain't doin' this
then I know your hood cannot relate (Nah)
R. I. P. Dell, he was a real one in that Ea (Real one)
Told me don't let up on these niggas, so I won't, okay (I won't)
Fuck a neck, nigga, man, I got my foot on they face (Big foot)
I can hear what they say (Huh?)
Send a mute through that bitch
Kill shit, got nothin' to say (None of that)
Still the truth with this shit (Truth)
Hell yeah, I'm still the same (Yeah)
Still in them 'partments with the same gang
ain't nothin' changed
I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks
they ready for war (With them sticks)
And I heard you actin' like a bitch
your whole squad (Like a bitch, nigga)
Heard your ho is still on my dick, she keep it hard (Wow, wow)
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (Oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (Fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (Slide on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin'
I'm a young rich nigga (Yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga (Blitz sender)
Nigga just got money and a little fame (Money)
But I ain't changed for no fame (Money)
I could never switch up like them bitch niggas lame (Never)
Still free my brothers down the road locked in
that chain gang (That chain gang)
Shout out to them boys on the road
tryna do they thing (Do they thing)
I be prayin' every day daddy come back on a plane (On a plane)
Know I got them plain janes, like my shoes cocaine (Cocaine)
Nothin' but that white, nigga
Make that white girl take a sniffer
she take flight with 'em (Take a flight with 'em)
I'm in La with the freaky bitches
they like white, nigga (They like white, nigga)
I got all the drugs that they need
they got the right nigga (I'm a plug)
Earn my way by money, fuck you mean
you know 'bout life, nigga? (Fuck you mean?)
Get fucked up some time, nigga (Damn)
Cross a nigga out real fast, I'm slime
nigga, yeah (I'm slime, nigga, yeah)
I got nothin' but soldiers with them sticks
they ready for war (With them sticks)
And I heard you actin' like a bitch
your whole squad (Like a bitch, nigga)
Heard your ho is still on my dick, she keep it hard (Wow, wow)
That's what your pussy ass get for actin' hard (Oh, yeah)
For real, I fuck your bitch, nigga (Fuck your bitch, nigga)
I got money, so she stand on my dick, nigga (Slide on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin'
I'm a young rich nigga (Yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga (Blitz sender)
Compositores: Quantavious Tavario Thomas (Young Nudy), Jakhari Fears, Xavier Deion Scott
ECAD: Obra #42862023