Lyrics
Hustle game too real
Sewer cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way
Big dog stand about 8'10"
Rich nigga, park the Wraith by the gym
Heavy chains, nigga, my gems has a gem
Don't call me Ferg, nigga, I'm him
Red got caught with eighteen M's
Dust in the box, free my niggas out the pen
Bad bitch, ass busting through the hems
Wanna fuck, shoot her with my Ray Bans
I'm Jigga nigga, I don't even shake hands
Eight figure nigga, I don't even shake bands
Need this nigga deal, all I do is chase bags
"Ferg, why your mouth looking like a avalanche?"
Hawaiian Punch, coupe leave 'em in a trance
Wifey in the suites, side bitches in the stands
Crowd going crazy every time my wrist dance
Crowd going crazy every time my bitch dance
Too trill, getting mills
Sprewells, spinnin' wheels
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I'm getting cake
Hustle game too real
Sewer cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way
Big Ferg, big cars, live large
Canary yellow wrist, you can say I'm pissed off
Where I'm from there's still a couple bodies in the wall
Where I'm from they put a couple bodies in the wall
Dead ass nigga, fuck is you, Nardwaur?
Dead ass nigga, leave him by the sidewalk
Selling (?) that money talk
Salad bowl, salad bowl, yeah, that money talk
We steady mobbing, killers and some robbers
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got Sam in the cut with me
Your bitch in the truck with me
I'm a G, yeah
Too trill, getting mills
Sprewells, spinnin' wheels
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I'm getting cake
Hustle game too real
Sewer cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pussy on the way