(Sounds of the city, birds chirping and pigeons cooing, taxis honking) (Man coughs) [Echoed Hums] Hmmmmmm I’m a hustler bitch let me tell you what I know. I’m a hustler bitch. I got bills to throw walk the streets watch my head always looking out for feds Bet many want me dead? funny friend I be laughin your ting on me head Oh? U want me dead? Yous a Waste man I’ll put you 6ft under Tucked in bed Cold-blooded But the Tings love it Oh you mad Herezzz a garbage bag You’ll be glad Cuz I’m throwin handz Got these bandZzzz She my biggest fan Your Tings A Stan Ends at @ a peaks man I know that’s got you wonderin “Is she under him?” Off with my head (Shudder) YIKES On a whim? Bitch That’s grim - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Brah.brah.brah brokski You know me Throwback Smack dab! My broski, brethren I see You wondering I’m up! One leg in I’m out the door B’for you wake up Bitch I do more Shoot and I score Bow bow Fuckin sore Got the world on my back Wanton more Sushi snack Knick knack Paddy whack Skibiddy Talkin free won’t let you bother me You’ll see Check your aura at the door Where ya colors at? Chakras out of whack Got no drip fam? Such a goober mans. Wallahi, Bless up Protect the yute fam.
