fast lane and they slummin
you can hear this hustler comin
'round the block with hella knock cuttin up stuntin
lil' stinger out the sunroof throw it up not loose
ready to put up my fuckin deuce
ready to squeeze a nigga neck like this bottle of grey goose
i ain't never cashed a check just street nigga loot
local superstar you oughta see my car
up to par came a long way hecka far
and i owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar
make a bitch pay what she weight
born and raised up in the yay
polished young brother; never been a sucker
we out here grittin 'bout cooter
walkin right up to the cars
trappin and checkin my traps collectin and countin my racks
settin and shootin craps totin and packin gats
in the party double fisted at the bar gettin hella twisted
see that bitch right there? that's the homey bitch
but he don't know i'm hittin it
strung out on my dick she like to spit on it
act classy but really a freak nasty
she like for me to nut on her cavity
it's game involved i'm a damn fool
i never been a big tipper
only thing i tip is my liquor and my food
boss status smokin cabbage
living lavish extra mannish
profit flippin flippin profit
louis sippin hu$tleholic$!