TALK ABOUT IT

Wheezy outta here
Let’s go

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
I done broke a lot of records in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell ‘em I was special as a jit
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down

Yeah, bitch, who you seen a nigga do it like Baby?
Big chain, I’m solo in this bitch
Glock. 45, AP and four braces
I just spent three million on the crib
And now a nigga beat out a stint for a baby
Prolly never met a nigga like me

Really ‘bout whatever, fuck everybody like the base, the bop
You might have a point but I ain’t finna argue with you
Won’t go back and forth, I’ll beat the shot
I’m in the studio, I got my daughter with me
In a Fendi dress, she rockin’ diamonds, I’m giant
Light show, nigga, hit me up, I got my ice on nigga
I be signin’ million dollar deals with my fingertips on Eastside
But fuck it, I don’t phone niggas
I’m that nigga that I’m talkin’ ‘bout

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell ‘em I was special as a ‘git

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell ‘em I was special as a ‘git
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down

Four years for the New Year
Twenty on the Louis, twenty thousand for a jet I never board
Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth
I drip down every time a nigga move
Like God, YSL, see a pussy, seat two
The media believin’ ‘em, they wanna see me go back
Rich nigga can’t rob a broke nigga, and you know that
Locked a nigga up in Southern Florida like he Kodak
Put a million dollars in my motherfuckin’ toe bag

They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag
Hang his jersey up and shoot his throwback
Police, ain’t know me, they don’t wanna see me go
Pretty ass smile like my motherfuckin’ mother
All these niggas know is hustle, I’m a million dollar nigga
Got to stay up out of trouble, I’m the realest nigga in it
Let me talk about it

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell ‘em I was special as a ‘git
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down