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Here I Go (Hustle Gang)

[Verse 1:] Niggas try me, catch fifty first Choppa so big nigga hit reverse I'm a draw down on you and your partner so perfect You gon' think this shit rehearsed I can spit the verse but can't handle the repercussions AK clips and Russians Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts So you know the coats is Tuscan Lady Ramkin, nigga, I'm a bear Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air Black mead cover up the living room chair Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there Westside, I can make a killing over there Eastside, I can't pimp without Slim Spodee on deck, can't kill it without him Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow [Hook:] I was kickin' my shit, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O Kickin' my feet up, y'all niggas cheaters, probably rollin' with your ho Now all these folks got somethin' to say about where I be and where I go I heard niggas was lookin' for me, pussy nigga, here I go Here I go, here I go (pussy nigga, here I go) Here I go, here I go [Verse 2:] Probably with your bitch - big butt, can't fit up in the Six A hundred whole bucks'll get you two purple zips A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist Tell her like Young Dro: "fuck that bitch" (I said fuck that bitch) Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch [Verse 3:] You niggas better go on with the buster shit I send 50 then empty out another clip I'm Westside ridin' my hooptie still On the phone seeing where my little cousin is (I'm on the Southside right now) (It ain't nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools) And nigga we so deep, so don't even If it ain't on me, I'm strapped like a fool, biotch! (I know a nigga that cut work, bitch) (Ride with bricks like it's no risk) (Buddy, yay cost two bands) I'm so ma'fuckin' focussed But these niggas said they G? They some pussies to me Ten years in the game, still ain't richer than me You don't like what I'm saying? Hail Marys in your face right now Yeah, nigga, you've got love for me [Hook] [Verse 4:] I'm made for this - steak and lobster, my table's dish Been kickin' this flavour shit No Lacoste but this 'gator, bitch (watch out, bitch) Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique Me and Slim from Decatur, trick Fuck with us, get your tater split I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my cadences Leave pricks tryna depict lines Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch) Bitch I'm big time, don't play with this I've got six 9s, when I clip mine Your whole clique dying, Arcadians (yeah...) Keep it 300, nigga I you want the ho, you'd better come and get her It's a pimp in here, I ain't no baby sitter I've got 30 shoes with 'gator in 'em (checks) Pussy-ass niggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight) Fuck what you heard, that chopper'll get a ma'fucka's mind right [Hook] [Verse 4:] They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack I'm doper than a drum full of crack I get it popping light a lightning bolt Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt Your mama holler: "Ain't nobody got time for that!" Turn from a human to a wolf on the song Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes They be standin' in the front screaming: "We want more!" I was at it for an hour She couldn't catch her breath, but she still want more After the show, I handle my motherfuckin' business Need I say more? T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that bitch!" He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar So I lit up and hurt that bitch Give a fuck? Never, sir Don't give a shit, suck my dick Give a damn, here I am - you lookin' for me, bitch?! [Hook]