[Pre Verse: Husalah]
Bitch, man turn me up to maximum insanest
T - t - the mekanix
Insanest with no containments doing entertainment
You feel me?
They can't blame it, you feel me?

{Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo, You can ask yo bitch if the house is dope
She'll tell you it's the dopest she know
Dope fiends, in my kitchen doe, dope fiends, in my kitchen bro
I like to get, lots of guap, finna come in ride in the big black drop
Hella slide, hella fucking knock, being round the corner, hella knock

Yeah bitch, tone that shit down, bitch yoking of the ground n***a
And it's seven three mob doe, four doors, with no poke hoe
They in a real glass house bro, if they got my pope from my window
N***a big black four fifty four hit the block sideways fuck a sideshow


[Hook: Husalah]
N***a, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n***a
We just trunked this throbbin, n***a
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little bitch n***as want problems, n***a
But your girlfriend with me
And the bitch think she with me
I told her bitch to slow down
Before the bitch overdose like Whitney


[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
Cruisin opp trunk vibing I'm just fuckin' round
15's in the back with your bitch bound
Found it, stand it alot of show sound
Said shooting heat from the wine like fresh off the mound
I'm down for whatever and shit and after that
Never took one without giving a 'bout a hundred back
Lying on a stack of ten, packs I can move a week
Take a pick of the work overnight then I get back Chuck E. Cheese

Bitch please, tryna tell a n***a turn it down
Now everything turned up, tell me how it sound
You'll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
Grab ya break your neck, uppercut split your chin
You'll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
Grab ya break your neck, uppercut I'll switch your chin
Again again again, by choice you bitch trying voice it in


[Hook: Husalah]
N***a, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n***a
We just trunked this throbbin, n***a
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little bitch n***as want problems, n***a
But your girlfriend with me
And the bitch think she with me
I told her bitch to slow down
Before the bitch overdose like Whitney


[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
I get in the garage, pull it out when its ready
Buy another chrome piece whenever I touch money (touch money)
Caught got enaught[?] , nicknamed Fee Scale
I swear if I could I'd sell dope through an email

Bitches always getting caught, always going to jail
Either you take big risks or you stupid as hell
Man I told you about you boy man you n***a's a rag
You need to cut him off or your just as bad

I said momma check it out I ain't tryna be poor
I serving raw cocaine, I ain't going to Jan Pole
Knock more hoe in my old school then my new school
Now I got more hoes than I'm used to
Now I'm having more money than I'm used to
I don't gotta borrow shit like I used to
Yo we came along way from them nose bleeds
Now we cash out for the court seeds


[Hook: Husalah]
N***a, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n***a
We just trunked this throbbin, n***a
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little bitch n***as want problems, n***a
But your girlfriend with me
And the bitch think she with me
I told her bitch to slow down
Before the bitch overdose like Whitney