Sushi

Yeah

Eastside in this bitch, haha

Chophouze on the track

You dig?

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin',

"Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)

I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie,

She a groupie (She a groupie)

I just pulled up in a vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

I'll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane

Real talk, I did just four shows for a hundred bands

Young Scooter I took the harder way, came up like Derez

All these pussy ass niggas be snitchin',

They got Ralo in the feds

I'm the king of jugg music, you pussy niggas know that

All that juggin' in your raps,

You niggas should thank me for that

Sell a million dollars worth of sacks,

You wanna walk in my shoes

Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules

Yeah, I'm one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit

You know half you rap niggas ain't sold a nick

I'm a product of my environment,

They named me after the pavement

Street, street, Zone 6, real 80's baby

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin',

"Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)

I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie,

She a groupie (She a groupie)

I just pulled up in a vert,

I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

I got sushi, cocaina, shit be soft as ice cream

Throw a brick and a half of remix in the re-rock machine

The dope'll moonwalk 'cross the pot,

Like that boy Billie Jean

My trap look like a parking lot,

Each cost twenty racks a piece

Ain't no limits on this money, call me Master P

Half you niggas dick riders, call 'em Master D

Ask your CEO, he probably bought some bags from me

I done seen it all before so you can't handle me

I got the key to the streets,

I got the master key, makin' eighty like every week

A million dollars worth of ice,

The police, they harrassin' me

They thought it was over, I recharged like a battery

I jugged a whole mil' in the hood with Alley B

I'm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)

Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)

They keep askin',

"Why you ain't did no song with Gucci?" (Yeah)

I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)

I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)

Me and your bitch just made a movie,

She a groupie (She a groupie)

I just pulled up in a vert, I ain't talkin' Uzi (Foreign)

I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)