Lyrics:

This motherfucking Dusse got me sweating and shit
Word to God
Hoe, fuck with your boy
C5

Ok nigga, I got em, point em out and I got em
Let 'em get a lil buzz then we robbing for pollen
We ain't killing no minors, you niggas still in the minus
And your bitch, we gonna blind her, can't pick us out of the lineup
I swear Lord knows I murk one of these niggas
Shoot you in your earth, and get earthworms on me, nigga
I been did my time, I'm getting better with time
But real niggas don't whine, we'll burn down your vineyard
I been balling since cornrows, still ducking the narcos
My little niggas in war mode, you spark it up, we charcoal
Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
I'm a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls, yeah
Blessings on top of sins, resting with topless twins
Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
In the restaurant, Im with Slim, wrestling with lobster limbs
Talking about some M's, it's sounding like gospel hymns
Yes, Lord

We on that D'usse, me and my nigga Euro
Tina turn up in this bitch
We got Lauren in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky
Steph in this bitch
You dig?
Whats up, Ronie?
Lego!

Holly grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin
Rest in peace, Lil Beezy, rest in peace, Big Sausage
The world is mine, I am selfish, I am a shark, fuck them shellfish
Everybody in the building, well, I left that bitch like Elvis
Nigga, please
Pops treated mom like Billie Jean
Like hot sauce, I put it on everything
I'mma give that fucking woman everything, everything
Here we go, bitch, I'm cool, Coolio
She say, \'Tune, do me slow\'
How many fish did Hootie blow? I don't know
Fuck, who knows?
I got a redbone with two golds
And she snort too much of that Michael Jackson
That bitch gonna need a new nose
I ain't got time for you, hoes
Shit, I only have two goals
And that is get money, get money
Now I'm riding 'round the city with the top off the Maybach
Looking for a motherfucking spot we can skate at
Elvis left the building
And I take these hoes to Graceland
And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams
I ain't stunting these niggas
Eyes look Chinese, Wayne-chong to these niggas
Wayne-chong, bitch
More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch
From New Orleans, niggas dying over dumb shit
You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip
Yeah, I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon
Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa?
I might get money, fuck bitches
Kill niggas and smoke weed
I'm married to this real shit
And I'm a wife beater, no sleeves
Do it for my hood, that 44 ain't no good
You better bring that chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers
Yeah, I do it for my hood, that 45 ain't no good
You better bring the choppers
Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
We gonna have them choppers
We gonna have them choppers
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers, yeah
We gonna have them choppers
We gonna have them choppers
You better bring the chopper
Cause we gonna have them choppers, nigga
Mula

My nigga Hood in this bitch
Still on that D'usse
Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother
He just passed out in the club the other night off that D'usse
Threw up on the owner
Owner talking about he wanted his money back
He wanted half of the money back
Twist took all the money and left
That's some Young Money shit
Soo Woo to the B gang
Rest in peace Cedar Frogg