Sushi

Yeah!

Eastside in this bitch

Chophouze on the track

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin' why I ain't did no song with Gucci (Yeah)

I keep countin' money wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had they key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie

I just pulled up in a 'vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane

Real talk I did your folks show for a hundred bands

Young Scooter I took the hardaway, came up like Derez

All these pussy ass niggas be snitchin', they got Ralo in the feds

I'm the king of jugg [?] you pussy niggas love that

All that juggin' in your raps, you niggas should thank me for that

Sell a million, I work for Saks, you wanna walk in my shoes

Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules

Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit

You know, half you rap niggas ain't sold a nick

I'm a product of my environment, they named me after the pavement

Street street, Zone 6, I'm a real 80's baby

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin' why I ain't did no song with Gucci (Yeah)

I keep countin' money wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had they key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie

I just pulled up in a 'vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

I got sushi, cocaina, shit be soft as ice cream

Throw a brick and a half a remix in the re-rock machine

The dope'll move across the pot like that boy Billie Jean

My trap look like a parking lot, these cost twenty racks a piece

There ain't no limit on this money, call me Master P

Half you niggas dick riders call it Master D

Ask your CEO, you probably bought some bags from me

I done seen it all before so you can't handle me

I got the key to the streets, I got the master key, makin' eighty like every week

A million dollars worth of ice, the police, they harrassin' me

They thought it was over, I recharge like a battery

I done took the whole mil in the hood with Alley D

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin' why I ain't did no song with Gucci (Yeah)

I keep countin' money wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had they key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie

I just pulled up in a 'vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)