Gusty

I don't like no musty -

Aye, if you stink

- from 'round

Drop to ya knees, beg me please

I'm Mr. you ain't got these on

Put the beat up on

So I can beat up on

Then skeet on, all you -

Cry me a river to them -

Die to the snitches, grind to get richer

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

When she touches me, I get bigger

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

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

Makin' money moves ya, 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, no, I'm not bitter

- what you think, - what you figure

- what you heard, f- 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 c- call me -

What's up -?

What's up -?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those c- call me -

What's up -?

What's up -?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those c- call me -

What's up -?

What's up -?

Me in the flesh, I'm the raw dilla

YTP call me the new jigga

Still those - call me -

What's up -?

What's up, my -?