Str8 Slammin'

Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and

Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it

Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it

Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'

Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with

Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit

In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion

Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin

G.I. thuggin

Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin

Hardrock hustling

Bitches stick to the dick cause you know a nigga holding

Living on some pimp shit

I'm a let y'all chase hoes, I'm a get chosen

Keep a bitch dick whipped

Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open

Fresh up off a straight dope stain

I know my clothes still smell like cocaine

The real niggas understand

I ain't trying to be the man

If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne

I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side

Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride

If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide

Getting my thug on where I preside

Nigga been bust at, still I survive

Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps

Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back

Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack

I'm street certified, nigga - check my stats

Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat

And these little niggas said they got racks on racks

So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax

Got damn

Fuck what I'm worth

Still out here on the grind

Trying to stack racks

Racks on racks, never caught slipping

Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag

Fucks with the hood

Still eat good

Hanging with the killers with the black masks

They will kidnap your wife and kids

You niggas don't want that

Do what we gotta do to make it

Hope them jackers won't take it

If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em

I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread

And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds

Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go

If you try to open shop up, that shit closed

Money and the power

What we hustle for?

We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors