[Intro]

[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
Block on fleek
Memphis boys ride deep
Bitch don't stress me
Where I'm at, just know that I'm doing me
Pushing work
Got the many zip locks for the cheap
Fifteen for a G
Half a gram, ten a piece
I'm just fast life living
Leaving peasants at my feet
In the hustle house posted
All alone, it's just me
Gotta serve you in the house, cause my neighbors watching
All these fifties in my hand
I know you want to rob me
(Pussy)

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Making hella plays from the hustle house
You ain't talking money, you can get up out
Whole bunch of grams in the hustle house
Bust them out the package then we scale them out
West coast n***a trapping in the south
I had the moon rocks
I could get you spaced out
My name came up quick thanks to word-of-mouth
Eating good, veggie omelet at the waffle house
Bad bitch on my dick
Stick it up her blouse
Ever since she let me keep the work up at the house
Really with the biz n***a, what the fuck you bout?
We ain't grow up rich n***a
Had to trap it out
Started off with a gram, made a quarter ounce
Make that quarter to two whole ones, then I made it bounce
Shoe box stash bitch
Fuck a bank account
And if you try to do us harm, you won't leave the house
Bitch