(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop
(Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop

(If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop
Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop



Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags
Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his $#&@in' $$#

I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner
Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha
Put in on the stove bake it like a pie

Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5
When ^!$$%z snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl
Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl

Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon
(*##$es start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon
I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight

I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!!





These little ^!$$%z can't take it anymore

I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour
Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn
Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on

It's Curren$y the mutha$#&@in' rookie of the year
This ain't the WNBA ain't no #~!!@'s over here
Yeah I'm makin' figgas $#&@in' wit the Ghetto Bill

In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla





See this No Limit Army ^!$$%, that's my click

See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my (*##$
See these thangs that I'm slangin' ^!$$%, they call bricks
An this brown %#@! I'm sniffin' ^!$$%, it got me sick

An this big truck I'm pushin' ^!$$%, my tight whip
Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip
My alias believe me Doc Holiday

If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away







I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget
Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick
I might be country but I'm ghetto rich

An when it comes to grindin' I started this %#@!
I put the G in ghetto ^!$$% call me ghetto fab
Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves

Put the !@%!e in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda
Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas






(*##$ them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce
So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost
Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off

For braggin' to them hatin' (*##$es bout how much your watch cost
Loose lips sank ships (*##$ so watch what you sayin'
It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance

An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily
Ain't this a (*##$ I just got off probation






I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes
Then flip that (*##$ quicker than I can flip these rhymes
Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time

An I'm on top done left you (*##$ ^!$$%z behind
I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke
An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope
You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody
Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly





If you east coast thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)

If you west coast thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)
If you midwest thuggin' holla (Whoop Whoop)
If you down south hustlin' holla (whoop whoop)