[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, hit it from the back, put that ass in air-air
Used to get that pack and hide it in my granny stairwell
She respect my hustle cause she grew up on welfare
Told me if I get caught, I better never tell-tell
I am yo pusha man, God blessed me, in love with my tecky
Don’t call me by my government, bitch you ain't special
I feel bad for all the bitches that done left me

[Verse 1]
Came out with a plan, Lunch Crew, n***as like "What the fuck?"
I ain't fuckin with it, I had to double up
One deep, put my plan in motion, now I’m coming up
Pull my dick out to kiss and bitches pucker up
Selling dope out my granny house but she forgave me
'Fuck you expect? Bitch, I’m a 90s baby
Eating Wendy’s, reminiscing how I had cases pending
Rihanna want a million for that pussy, I’ma spend it
Don’t got a million dawg, I’m straight up cappin'
Either we boxing or we shooting, 'cause it’s straight up action
Get a job or distribute, wrap that shit in plastic
My mama and daddy was just fuckin, I’ma straight up bastard

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, hit it from the back, put that ass in air-air
Used to get that pack and hide it in my granny stairwell
She respect my hustle cause she grew up on welfare
Told me if I get caught, I better never tell-tell
I am yo pusha man, God blessed me, in love with my tecky
Don’t call me by my government, bitch, you ain't special
I feel bad for all the bitches that done left me
[Verse 2]
My daddy smoked crack my whole life and he still cluckin'
Be at the store beggin for money, but I still love 'em
Bitch got indicted for that swipe and she still punching
I don’t give a fuck if she got herpes, bitch, I’m still fuckin'
I’m a trip, I’m always taking a risk
I call my bitch Ella Mai, she always trippin' and shit
Sell a n***a a '35, I’ma take me a zip
I got a white bitch who top me after taking a shit
Born with hustle I was brought up in the slums
You can hustle anything, selling bubble to some gum
Sold my old uncle packs, bitch, I’m gettin' it how it come
You gon' die a memory, you go outside without that gun
My n***a grew 1000 pounds, I call 'em hydropilot
Bad bitch, her pussy open like a movie drive-in
I don’t sell drugs no more, I just write about it
These n***as stealing sauce, bitch, I’m big thousand island
Zeke and Nae Nae made me but Bobo fuckin' raised me
And I stopped selling dope, my mama still don’t appreciate me
I DM’d Biggs Burke like, "N***a, put the bank on me"
Shooting Celo I’m the mothafuckin' bank, homie
Thought I was a charlotte n***a, I’m goin blank on 'em
And I don’t want the pussy if it don’t got a twang on it