Gusty

I don't like no musty bitch

Hey, if you stink

Get the fuck from 'round me

Drop-drop-drop-drop-drop to ya knees, bitch beg me please

I am Mister you ain't got these on

Put the beat up on, so I can beat up on

Then skeet on, all you pussy ass niggas

Cry me a river to them bitches

Die to the snitches, grind to get richer

I'm the only nigga that's in the picture touching eight figures

When she touch me I get bigger

No, it's not that no need to tip her

She ain't dead, but I did just rip her

Makin' money moves yep call me flipper

Only on that yac when I drink that liquor

Don't spend my bread on a stripper

I can do bigger and better now I'm not bitter

Fuck what you think, fuck what you figure

Fuck what you heard, fuck what you thought, you are not a killer

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those crackers call me a nigga

What's up, my nigga?

What's up, my nigga?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those crackers call me a nigga

What's up, my nigga?

What's up, my nigga?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those crackers call me a nigga

What's up, my nigga?

What's up, my nigga?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those crackers call me a nigga

What's up, my nigga?

What's up, my nigga?