(Lex Luger on the beat)
Uh, yeah
Hustle game too real
Suu-whoop cap on tilt (Uh, yeah)
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way (Uh)
Big dog stand about 8'10" (8'10")
Rich nigga, park the Wraith by the gym (Err)
Heavy chains, nigga, my gems has a gem (Woah, woah)
Don't call me Ferg, nigga, I'm him (I'm him)
Red got caught with eighteen M's (Eighteen M's)
Dust in the box, free my niggas out the pen (Niggas out the pen)
Bad bitch, ass busting through the hems (Through the hems)
Wanna fuck, shoot her with my Ray Bans (My Ray Bans)
I'm Jigga, nigga, I don't even shake hands
Eight figure nigga, I don't even shake bands
Need a sneaker deal, all I do is chase bands
"Ferg, why your mouth looking like a avalanche?"
Hawaiian Punch, coupe leave 'em in a trance (Ah)
Wifey in the suites, side bitches in the stands
Crowd going crazy every time my wrist dance
Crowd going crazy every time my bitch dance
Too trill, getting mills
Sprewells, spinnin' wheels
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I'm getting cake
Hustle game too real
Suu-whoop cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way
Big Ferg, big cars, live large
Canary yellow wrist, you can say I'm pissed off
Where I'm from, it's still a couple bodies in the wall
Where I'm from, they put a couple bodies in the wall (Damn)
Fed-ass nigga, fuck is you, Nardwaur?
Dead-ass nigga, leave him by the sidewalk
Salad bowl pocket, yeah, that money talk
Salad bowl, salad bowl, yeah, that money talk (Flushing)
We steady mobbing, killers and some robbers
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got Sam in the cut with me
Your bitch in the truck with me (I'm a G, yeah)
Too trill, getting mills
Sprewells, spinnin' wheels (Uh)
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I'm getting cake (Yeah)
Hustle game too real
Suu-whoop cap on tilt (Uh)
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way (Uh, yeah)
Move that
Move that
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (Ah)
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