Hustler, baby

JOAT

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

Drive me, drive me up the wall

Dem boy pretty, J Hus gruesome

Dem boy bowcat, I could never two's them

What's that smell? I think I smell bacon

You weren't in them cabbies, you was banging on them pagans

My don grips the strally, these Glock sticks I carry

I couldn't give a damn about no Tom, Dick or Harry

Ayesha with the batty, that's one chick I'd marry

Hit it from the back and tell her "cum quick for daddy"

You ain't been about if you ain't heard of my niggas

I'll never spill beans, I'll ride a bird for my niggas

And if that chick ugly, ugly like me

I'll take one for the team and ride that bird for my niggas

Looking for me? I ain't hard to find

My niggas ride out just to pass the time

Now my new ting bugging me cause I forgot to call

Babygirl, you know you drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

Drive me, drive me up the wall

These niggas know my pattern

Fuck a bandwagon, I'll just bang at 'em, damn cannon

Fake friend and backstabber, dough-grabber

I bogle with my strap like Shabba

Capital F, I'm a capital G

I dare a motherfucker try and slap it on me

I'm a bad boy, I'll clap it in a batty boy's knee

I walk in that dance with that ratchet on me

Niggas phone my phone, you don't get no answer

You don't eat, no rice, no pasta

Don't lie, no jokes, no banter

Half my niggas in the can like Fanta

Real nigga, yeah, I'm really certified

Yeah, only rolling round with certain guys

What's all the talk? You ain't about that life

I've got that big MAC for these small fry

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

And these niggas drive me up the wall

Drive me, drive me up the wall