[Intro: Ca$his]
Yeah
It's Bogish, baby!
Look at that (yeah), smoking that
Fuck with me!

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll

[Verse 1: Ca$his]
You know that, uppercuts to repercussion for suckers bluffing
Tie e'm up, stuff him in the trunk, with the speakers bumping
My speech is rugged, it's cooking coke on the easy oven
Drunk, bumping Eazy-Duz-It, smoking on my weed in public
Attitude is fuck it, pullin' out my dick you suck it
I ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my dreams and millions
And we thuggin' while you be clubbin'
Your life is like an afterparty till you see n***as running
Killas big as big pop slumbed in, and n***as ain't retaliating but nothing
And all that hard talk was just bluffing
Destined and disgusted and new n***as is not trusted
If it's money, I'mma touch it, ball over it was something
N***as live frontin', but I'mma die stunin'
Petrifying the pussy, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
I keep my gun up by my stomach and I'm blunted
Bitch, it's Bogish brand, n***a
None of you pussy n***as want it, uh
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Did all the shit, man, on my own
Look at my resume, that bitch long
Wish a n***a would say he put me on
(It didn't work), tears in the game going strong
And I've in this shit since like '02
Look at my bullshit I've been through
N***as say fuck me, fuck them too
N***a I don't give a fuck of none of them dudes
I'mma hustla, get your hustla
These rap bands is my customers
And my trap jump, and my trap jump, and my trap jumping like double dutch
These blow n***as is crazy, these DJ's fugaysie
I'm a made man, you ain't made me
Want meals son, you gotta pay me
Ghost rider, n***a check the credit
Gas man, all I spit is 91-11
Lot apologizing in the game
A n***a like me unapologetic
N***as say that they real, n***a they fake as fuck, and this shit pathetic
I call it like I see it, like I'm 20-20
And I tell you to your face, n***a, you n***as pussy

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
[Verse 3: Roccett]
Come on, when Roccett be rapping, you know when that rocket be killing
Yeah, my n***as is dressing all black 'cause my n***as is feelings
Yeah, we slang the coke up by the polo
Still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we know mo'
Bitch, we got the pistols and you know we shoot at
All my n***as just like Nike, all we do is duet
Uh, we have your bitch for a nighter
And that's your bitch so don't trip, we don't even like her
Look, I'm 'bout my paper, my mully, your baby mama's a groupie
My n***a snatch all your cookies, cause all y'all n***as is pussy
Cause they daddies was pussy, all my n***as like Pac
So n***a, don't even push me, I'm on the grind for this cheddar
You surrounded my Jeddah, this little n***a was mean
Used to flash my Beretta, a big shout out to my team
And all of my bastards, a real west coast n***a
Shout out to real n***a Ca$his, we on it

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
If you ain't got no paper left
Better get your paper right
I don't go to sleep, n***a
I don't even say good night
Get it day and night, I'm slinging like I'm weighing white
Stay and fight buster Douglas
Slay a mic, hustlers love us
Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me to other suckers
It's all gravy motherfucker 'cause I smother fuckers
Speak the language of the streets when I'm banging beats
I was slanging pieces back when Jeezy used to hang with Meech
Rocking more shine on the jackas
Winning bankers winning rich
They nose dive, getting close lined, like I'm hanging sheets
Slaughterhouse, Nickel, Joey, Crooked I, and Yaowa
How a group get a symbol by the higher power
Rifle power in my coup, I'm the Eiffel Tower
And my host just got more toasters than a bridal shower
Hear the pain in my voice when they hit the right pitch
I was born in a ditch, but I'mma die rich
[Verse 5: Goldie Gold]
Talk to the hit, here come offbrand, watch what you're sayin'
Spill gang, fuel gang, real gang, every[?] gang back up in this thang
Money chaser, paper chaser, petty chaser, shellcase catcher
On the notify, try my homicide
Every verse, won't face your death (Hugh)
Apeshit, what's up, guess what?
Questions off, taking your block over
[?], we don't KK [?]
I'm on my watch, left posts can knock over
From the king of New York, it's been very [?], I'm a [?]
I piss on California, shit on the South, that's of course
Back to the gooder, pass to my shooter
Doo-doo-doo, y'all [?] of future
Take your free benz and watch you take a stand
Then boo-ya, jungler, hustle harder, muscle of the [?]
Just imagine what I'd do with you daughter
Manslaughter, I'mma

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll