The Hook Says It All

[Verse 1] Buncha grams in the duffel bitch Growin up all I knew was the hustle bitch Did alota fuck shit for the fun of it Street nigga since a youngin' been I been running it Talk shit then my homies get to gunnin' shit Real talk we ain't neva fucking running bitch Need the drugs Need the money need alot of it They say life is a gamble but I gotta hit Buncha zips in the trunk gotta take a trip I Did alotta flips, I know gymnastics I gotta good girl yeah she's a bad bitch Yeah hella bad bitch, I don't do average I got them grams stashed up in the cabinets Sticky ass shit gotta wrap it in the plastic Mel Gibson play the game like a maverick Niggas wanna cheat they can get there fucking ass kicked [Hook] cause imma bad guy yeah imma motherfucking bad guy [x2] [Verse 2] Alota niggas don't like me Cause I cause controversy like Spike Lee Had a couple thousand in the Nike Had a couple hundred in the Reebok Ya'll reign gonna stop nigga ours not smoking on that venom call it [?] Can't wait to pull-up in the car lot Drop dirty money on a baby blue suede top Niggas crazy, thinking that they hot Bitch I'm buzzin but I'm working like a day job Doing shows niggas hating cause they not And all my niggas on a roll like a state cop Flame never gonna die we gon stay hot Got that California Love like Tupac You only get one life not two shots Bitch imma dog but I stay with a cute fox [Hook] Cause she like how I'm living