NH Street

I said this shit up in the hustle, this shit up in my rhyme I told that nigga run up here, don't up that fuckin' iron

And you know me and my member posted up up at that sign Nigga dissing up on the net, that pussy boy need to stop hiding

And I'm ridin' in the Wraith with a dirty drac I told my member we gon' be good, yeah we gon' be straight

And since I got some money broke ass nigga try eat my plate I told them bitch ass niggas they better stay out my motherfuckin' way

I told these bitches niggas they can't catch up the motherfuckin' wave I told them niggas I'm big boss, you know I never took a lose

I threw that pack out like I'm Brew, R.J., catch it like Moss Now you know I hop in the Jag, you know I'm shoppin' at Saks

And you know that I be fuckin' on the baddest little bitch I hit a hood hoe with my ratchet, no distractions when I hit it

I'ma go run up a bag, come back, me and Mon gon split it V-Roy put me on this shit, I told him, come on, bro, let's get it

Catch a opp and we gon' pop his top, leave it open, split it clutching' on my iron,, it get hot, but this is not no skillet

Niggas dyin', momma start to cry, I swear that you can feel it She done lied that she'll be by my side for life, cause she the realest