Basic Instinct

Late night niggas at the shell date

Bird out, gang signs, said to bang peace

Big cons, long pimps and they well grease

Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease

Hand shop, man down in the bill, sheesh

In the maze in the graze thinking Swiss cheese

Double back, 10 mill, I made a big scene

Bullets start flying by a nigga, that's a sick breeze

While I'm here, take a pic please

You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C

From the block to the big leaves, self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me

Don't tell me that it's skin deep

Don't tell me that I'm tripping homie, listening to my instincts

Step back for the increase

Hustle Gang got it mapped out for the fifth

Late night niggas, on 100 night thing

Choppers out 'case a nigga tryna concrete

Bitch tripping cause I'm always in the street

Bag on money in the Beemer on the back seat

Bitch you getting played or you playing

Broke ass niggas always running round saying young from your face

Heard you banging, heard your name before

You that nigga making statements

So we all got

Ganging niggas in the cut cleaning red dots

Loose, skinny ass nigga calling all shots

Bitches and the snitches tryna get a nigga locked off

Fuck all cops, took me to the spot when I tried off

Chuck the deuce in the G when I ride off

All luxury shit for a young boss