Don't you see me on a hustle?

Where you at?

On my shift, I was on my third dance
Nigga what you think
I can just run up in here and snap my fingers
And make these motherfuckers throw
They money at me?

Aye bitch, watch your mouth

Nigga I ain't even made pay out yet

Whoop that trick (16x)

I'mma make these sucka's recognize
I ain't playin' ho
If you violate off the top
Trick you gotta go i done held in a lot of
Shit and I'm 'bout to flip
Now I think it's time to show
You bitches who you fuckin' with
Djay that's the name
And I came to bring the pain
Ana on my chest got me
Bustin' at you lemon lames you ain't know
You fuckin' with a street nigga
From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
Born and raised in the "M", Memphis Tennessee
Before it's said and done you
Bitches gon' remember me
This only the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's been a long time
And you got hell to pay
Ain't no love ho, just bring it the door
I'm bar none let my nuts hang to the floor
So if you want some, this is your death wish
Better come correct cause I came
To break you off trick

You think I won't beat that trick
Whoop that trick got me acting buck and shit
Hoes telling me to calm down but
I'm like fuck that shit
I'm already on that Hypnotiq
And that Grey Goose
A couple shots of Hen' that
Just gave me another boost
I'm feeling electrified
You can see it in my eyes
Shirt soaking wet looking like
I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor store
But crunk like some sanctified folks
Catchin' the Holy Ghost
I don't think you understand
This one right here might get banned
Setting off a riot like
We living in Afghanistan
But this the dirty dirty
And that's the way it go
Security be the main ones
Acting like some hoes
But you done fucked up
You better call the the law
I'mma break this Moet bottle
Cross your fucking jaw
And that's for anyone that
Ever disrespected D watch your back boy
Cause you 'bout to get your ass beat

I came to bust a nigga head
Leave him bloody red
Fighting for his life as they
Rush him to the Med
This what happens when you get
Caught up in the mix
All that jaw jacking got your ass
In a bunch of shit
This that Memphis drama boy you know
We came to get buck i thought you came deep
Nigga where your backup
Your clique they some cowards
They scattered out like roaches
That bottle cross your head got
You leaking losing focus
See, this is what we mean when
We shut down the club
Niggas started gangsta walking and we
Tear the bitch up
We some straight hood niggas from
The ghetto and the projects
Duck the police cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what's next bitch
Guard your grill
If they play this in the club you
Get your ass beat for real
My advice would be to chill
M Town niggas sick
Get caught without a warning and get
Your ass whooped quick bitch

Whoop that trick

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Writer(s): Cedric Coleman, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard