Peri on high rollers, yeah y'all make room baby
With these 20 inch crawlers, never stallin'
Real niggas down for they blockin'
You know that age time don't stop baby
And you know we hella hella high
Yeah this one me, we got that boy Priest
And that boy Lil' Tree
Ay, y'all chop these boys up man
Let em know what's happenin'
Back in 9-7 I was callin' the psychin' hotlines
By the time a player drop, by the time a player shine
Incline a brand new pair of legs, nigga comin' out weak
Lookin' good, got a roll up every day of the week
Ridin' on my R6 and speakin' skids on the grind
Smokin' kill by the pine, makin' movies bout my time
Puttin' it down, but I remember when the useless thing licks
Didn't have a place to stay, didn't have stones upon my wrist
47 and Big Zach, man the player hate the cat
But I got this game like dine, like the dog got a rack
But it must remain, bro, the stress
But it must remain, bro, the stress
Cause I promise you this
Some young punk gon' run up and start flappin' his lips
But it must remain, player made with Cartier shades
Ready to bust and chunk em up cause hell, he's been raised
And your niggas die inside, get your change and gleam
And your niggas on the east and west, * who ain't on your team
We turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Came up off the cut, silly cheese, now we ballin' the mid
We turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We power lean, droppin' screens, poppin' bottles of crib
We turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We turned our gold into platinum on our neck and our wrist
We turn pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Man, we just some hustlin' motherfuckers who came up in this bitch
In 1997, niggas never showed a love
Tryin' to crank up some damn hood
Them niggas never heard of, but it's all to the good
Now niggas drippin' wood, pourin' a wet
On the ground for dead niggas in our hood
But it ain't my fault, all them cases that I caught
Watch some hatin' ass niggas
Put my name up in they mind
Puttin' it down for the side
Bout to set it off, drop the top
On the bench when a nigga wants to fly
Look from head, shoulders, knees and toes
And priests don't give a * about your broke-ass hoes
I used to ride on boats, but now I slam like those
I keep my heat up under my seat, boy, you mark-ass hoes
And while a hatin' ass nigga never talks about a come-up
Always talkin' *, but never try to run up
I got diamonds on my wrist, not even Stevie can see it
And bein' broke up in it, biatch, don't need niggas to meet
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Came from Fox to Cook, sellin' cheese, now we ballin' the mix
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We pourin' lean, droppin' screens, poppin' bottles of cream
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Returned our gold and the platinum on our neck and our wrist
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We just some hustlin' motherfuckers who came up in this bitch
Ha ha
Two, one, seven, six
I was born into this *
Dirty birdie is the clique, you see
Ballin' in the mix and give the fucks about a bitch
Cause I first love to stack the smell
See the weed that she sells
Somethin' I made, I pocket swear by readin' grams on the scale
Instead of buildin' clientele, it ain't no waitin' hell
This hustle game gon' ever fail
All my name ain't Shumvell, cause if we go to jail
Money's already set to the side, so they can y'all to make my bail
Motherfuckin' damn coppers
Cause y'all can't stop us with your K-dolls and choppers
We talk 50 rounds of ammunition
For the haters to try to knock us
For the boppers to jock us
We takin' all y'all home
We treatin' you bitches like dogs
And feedin' y'all nothin' but bone
We bustin' a nuttin' and gettin' the * up
Gettin' our hustle back on
Because it's all about that paper
From player to player
Keep on tippin' waiters and sportin' them gators
And bleedin' the block, my young hair racist
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Came about to cut, sellin' cheese
Now we ballin' the mix
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Now we pourin' lean, droppin' swings
Poppin' bottles of cream
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Yeah, we turn our gold into platinum
On our neck and our ribs
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Man, we just some hustlin' motherfuckas
Who came up in this bitch
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Came about to cut, sellin' cheese
Now we ballin' the mix
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We pourin' lean, droppin' swings
Poppin' bottles of cream
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Yeah, we turn our gold into platinum
On our neck and our ribs
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
We know we just some hustlin' motherfuckas
Who came up in this bitch
Returned pebbles to stones, stones to bridge
Y'all wanna do?