Peri on high rollers, yeah y'all make room babyWith these 20 inch crawlers, never stallin'Real niggas down for they blockin'You know that age time don't stop babyAnd you know we hella hella highYeah this one me, we got that boy PriestAnd that boy Lil' TreeAy, y'all chop these boys up manLet em know what's happenin'Back in 9-7 I was callin' the psychin' hotlinesBy the time a player drop, by the time a player shineIncline a brand new pair of legs, nigga comin' out weakLookin' good, got a roll up every day of the weekRidin' on my R6 and speakin' skids on the grindSmokin' kill by the pine, makin' movies bout my timePuttin' it down, but I remember when the useless thing licksDidn't have a place to stay, didn't have stones upon my wrist47 and Big Zach, man the player hate the catBut I got this game like dine, like the dog got a rackBut it must remain, bro, the stressBut it must remain, bro, the stressCause I promise you thisSome young punk gon' run up and start flappin' his lipsBut it must remain, player made with Cartier shadesReady to bust and chunk em up cause hell, he's been raisedAnd your niggas die inside, get your change and gleamAnd your niggas on the east and west, * who ain't on your teamWe turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeCame up off the cut, silly cheese, now we ballin' the midWe turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe power lean, droppin' screens, poppin' bottles of cribWe turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe turned our gold into platinum on our neck and our wristWe turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeMan, we just some hustlin' motherfuckers who came up in this bitchIn 1997, niggas never showed a loveTryin' to crank up some damn hoodThem niggas never heard of, but it's all to the goodNow niggas drippin' wood, pourin' a wetOn the ground for dead niggas in our hoodBut it ain't my fault, all them cases that I caughtWatch some hatin' ass niggasPut my name up in they mindPuttin' it down for the sideBout to set it off, drop the topOn the bench when a nigga wants to flyLook from head, shoulders, knees and toesAnd priests don't give a * about your broke-ass hoesI used to ride on boats, but now I slam like thoseI keep my heat up under my seat, boy, you mark-ass hoesAnd while a hatin' ass nigga never talks about a come-upAlways talkin' *, but never try to run upI got diamonds on my wrist, not even Stevie can see itAnd bein' broke up in it, biatch, don't need niggas to meetReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeCame from Fox to Cook, sellin' cheese, now we ballin' the mixReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe pourin' lean, droppin' screens, poppin' bottles of creamReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeReturned our gold and the platinum on our neck and our wristReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe just some hustlin' motherfuckers who came up in this bitchHa haTwo, one, seven, sixI was born into this *Dirty birdie is the clique, you seeBallin' in the mix and give the fucks about a bitchCause I first love to stack the smellSee the weed that she sellsSomethin' I made, I pocket swear by readin' grams on the scaleInstead of buildin' clientele, it ain't no waitin' hellThis hustle game gon' ever failAll my name ain't Shumvell, cause if we go to jailMoney's already set to the side, so they can y'all to make my bailMotherfuckin' damn coppersCause y'all can't stop us with your K-dolls and choppersWe talk 50 rounds of ammunitionFor the haters to try to knock usFor the boppers to jock usWe takin' all y'all homeWe treatin' you bitches like dogsAnd feedin' y'all nothin' but boneWe bustin' a nuttin' and gettin' the * upGettin' our hustle back onBecause it's all about that paperFrom player to playerKeep on tippin' waiters and sportin' them gatorsAnd bleedin' the block, my young hair racistReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeCame about to cut, sellin' cheeseNow we ballin' the mixReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeNow we pourin' lean, droppin' swingsPoppin' bottles of creamReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeYeah, we turn our gold into platinumOn our neck and our ribsReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeMan, we just some hustlin' motherfuckasWho came up in this bitchReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeCame about to cut, sellin' cheeseNow we ballin' the mixReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe pourin' lean, droppin' swingsPoppin' bottles of creamReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeYeah, we turn our gold into platinumOn our neck and our ribsReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeWe know we just some hustlin' motherfuckasWho came up in this bitchReturned pebbles to stones, stones to bridgeY'all wanna do?