Yeah, I go by the of Cassidy, The Hustler And I brought two of my with me And we about to shut the down Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it
Hit me, that shit, this the south side Got a fat dick on your wide I've come to take it outside, nah, do it here Hop out ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin' with
F baby, please say the baby Riding with bitch, got keys on the lady Triple these four tires on the whip Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the
Yeah, higher than an angel, or than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh The metal let 'em burn earth shiver births, uh If there's any beef, I come like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle I'm throwin' my curve up We take ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow, I'm like sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you bird lunch I see lips moving but I ain't heard much You see the wrist moving, it look pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I endorse such I got the escalade, like the tour bus I got the styrofoam poured up syrup
And in the little package is gone Might I spend a good deal these Firestones? I like Myer's bones, born in chromers For the buyers chromosomes, I got
I got vicadens, valiums I stoppin' Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and how we rockin' How can you that bop unless I'm be bopping Yeah, when you hear that click money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh
That's what I'm talking Now Fab, spit at these and let them know Why they fuckin' with you
You're goddamn right, I'm myself A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm myself Looking for a chick for self So I can her the suicides, and talk her into killin' herself
I'm having problems dealing wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a yourself You niggaz must've got a for your health CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can start The twin cigs open like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new look And twenty dime bitches, to y'all niggaz how my two dollars look
The got at least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least long The money is like ten bridges I throw bread around to turn pigeons on
I got some good smoke for puffers The two grand twenty's The Hustlers suffer Plus it's fluffer, a cotton ball gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you put it past 'em I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw bullets past 'em And the niggaz in the keep quotin' my lines I don't jump ship, I keep in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz throatin' the nine
I jumped in the ship, benzed whip It's Terminator 2 the engines dip I'm reading scripts, no, not the The box shit, I box off this bitch
Alba, Kirsten Dunst And still a mil' off the first of months These dudes be the first to 'Til they family and is in limos, they in hearse in front
I'm in the top position, I can you a proposition I'm in the hard top on the drop edition To hell the patience I'mma send a nigga down like Australia vacations
Yeah this, what is My just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket I'm not to let this industry get the best of me y'all I work hard for the fame, the stressin' me y'all All they do is complain what they expect me y'all
From the Hood to Hollywood, they me y'all And even they acceptin' me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me I get a lot of money, so respect me or fall But I'm saving all my checks, I'm 'em all
They say, what goes up is definitely fall the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all Look, I tracks, I got the recipe y'all You can't name another cat that can with me y'all
At the all the hoes be molesting me y'all I got broads cryin', to get next to me y'all I got broads cravin', to have sex with me y'all Screamin', "Cash, you don't how sexy you are
And I'm I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all And all the problems that arrive, is God testin' me So I pray everyday, but I ain't prayin' too 'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin'
And we all could be beat, and I ain't I'm tough But if it's I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up?" If it's beef when we meet, I'm spaying shit up Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's
'Cause that cat you embracin' love clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and enemies close 'Cause the you call friends, can envy the most Some hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the and don't give a boat, let 'em sink Sometimes you give 'em some some time, to let 'em think But sometimes you gotta 'em the nine, and let 'em stink You can't every horse to the pond, and let 'em drink I'd rather keep my wide open, instead of blink
As soon as your eyes shut, niggaz will ride up And the guys that you trusted, be gettin' you up And we all gotta die, but I ready to leave That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to
But put a cheddar in cheese, a moola I pop the ruger, send hot shit through ya booya, that's the sound when the pound bustin' Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground
Clowning's to pull out and blast you I try to resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here ain't fair So the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin' there And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm here
before this shit gets further Your click gets and found in a hole in the grass For tryin' to play thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass And this Cass, nigga I'm sick Full surface nigga I'm shit, bitch