��� Bitch I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler Where I come from Russia, spread it like mustard Feelin' no pressure, yo we get slept on Cookin' my bread long, I'm in it like tampons Jelly that San Juan, pink like I'm Cam'ron Carrots like Anwar, bitches know fair ones Bitches like Flintstones, I see them big stones Water like Jim Jones, clappers that is home Talk out your mouth, front of that bitch gone Dams out, we got like ten hoes *** an ass, that's a handful Zombie show, line around the block Hard work took us to the top Uh, it ain't easy, it ain't easy Used to be my ace, bone cold And now you cold on TV Swear the *** I'm sayin' Don't believe the seasons Only way I fall is if I crack my kondalini, sweetie Here's a tip, form your own opinions out this bench Heard the niggas on the side of the net Don't hurt my confidence I'm a born sinner, winnin' everything I gotta eat I'ma wear the thing out like New York Fashion Week See you free, fit for Z See you came up on the beat Got the crop, tucked inside the boxer brief What you see? She do G She don't wear no D and G Freak a lead, hotel key In the suite, countin' sheep, sleep Bitch, I'm a hustler, don't fall under pressure After I *** ya, I'ma forget ya I'm not gonna text ya, flex like a wrestler Give me a weapon, that's truth, that's aggression Feel like I'm ushered, it's my confession The rest of y'all weak, it's the culture, you get to suspect it Bitch, I'm a hustler, talk like a wrestler Reason my braille don't *** like a porter Sexy's impressive, she be comin' in seconds Count out my Z's, give them my blessings So much aggression, take a look at my necklace Take a look at my life, nigga, you can't do better You see my reflection, I need a whole section Bottles and bottles and bottles and bottles I know it's excessive She call me a jerk, she gettin' rejected Spit that dope, I can't inject it Keep that Thule undetected I keep count of all my blessings Get in tune or disconnected Look, you see in my eyes, I'm not lazy Beast mode, you can't tame me Never sold my soul, are you crazy? I'm on the road with the gangbeast I'ma treat you just like you know the man Your ref is hot, you might want a man You her boy type, but she want a man You more like I was subordinate Line you up, send the coordinates Went to PR cause I want a 10 I'm a 20 on a scale of 1 to 10 We got matching rings like we the one, the twins I am not playin' like I'm on the bench At a game cause the ref find me out for attack I shoot the tray and it fits Leave you jaw dropped, I'm puttin' the points up Cause I been the best Peace comes to team, no, I'm not with the Nets I shoot my shot every time it's on net If we overseas, then I Eurostep We warriors, homie, I got shootin' like Steph Run you over if you in the way There ain't no beep, beep With the bang and I'm with the gang Strap like a CB Switch the lanes, yeah, my route done changed And y'all get street sweep Hit the stage, she gon' suck the team just for a beat Niggas be cummins, but they ain't the owner Father, it's down, now give me my tokens It's been a while, like I was in coma Now that I'm back, I'm king like a cobra Sippin' the Atkin, y'all get it slower She say I'm tense, got knots in my clothin' Diamonds, they dead, she bendin' it over She got a man, but livin' the moment