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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Mekanix
The Mekanix
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Mekanix
The Mekanix
Mixing Engineer
Sauce
Sauce
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

The-the-the Mekanix
A young bossy ****, still a saucy ****
Put a fork in me done, yep cross me ****
Doping it, ask motherfucker, ya heard
Half these **** is out here rapping, man these **** is nerds
I don't put that on, that's my word
Go crazy from the first, second verse to the third
I was on syrup sipping, kissing the smoke
Coke white and some cruise, Aeromax in Oakland
If my back and hip poking, then there's scratch to be broken
I need cash on delivery, sign the package and open
Out here on my shit, you know just how a **** be
Put a **** on I.E., act like he don't remember me
It don't cost a dime to stay out of mind
So seven won't mind 'cause you out of time
Racks, I ain't talking 'bout GG design
I was in the game never ride Quan
I'mma fly fly shit ****
Ridin' round checkin' my traps (checkin' my traps)
All of this ballin' baby (swish)
Put a real **** on the map (okay, okay)
And life's too short to be playin' with it
I was born too mac (you ain't know bitch, too short)
Now I'm a go-getter 'cause my palms stay itchin'
Gotta get that scratch
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
Young **** dreams tryin' to ride up in the Phantom (skrr)
I'm on TV like damn near every channel
Hoppin' off the mantel with flavor haters can't handle
Fliest on the planet her pussy in Tropicana (juicy)
Fresh Nicki, Nicki, I'm taking pictures with Iggy
Me and all my team we gon' split the green fifty-fifty
Shorty say she missed me I'm pullin' up in a hurry
Smokin' like a hippy, you haters hate, I ain't worried
Aww shit, got me in the mix
Need ten million 'fore I turn twenty six
Boss up, burn up, gotta stack dough
Kicks retro, never let 'em see you sweat though
Ay, been a one from the get go
On the road to the top taking steps
I'm a pimp, on my own, fuck your mine
Heartbreak kid, you gon' see me on my grind
I'mma fly fly shit ****
Ridin' round checkin' my traps (checkin' my traps)
All of this ballin' baby (swish)
Put a real **** on the map (okay, okay)
And life's too short to be playin' with it
I was born too mac (you ain't know bitch, too short)
Now I'm a go-getter 'cause my palms stay itchin'
Gotta get that scratch
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
Cup server, certified money getter
Wig splitter, I ain't scared of no ****
Runnin' through these checks 'till I get a million
I just keep stackin' like it's no ceilin'
These broke **** stuck up in their feelin's
I could really give a fuck what you want, dude
All I know is that new hundred dollar bills blue
And to this game I done stayed true
Keep a banger on me never been a rooty poot
Some of you **** is sweeter than some froot loops
Fuck 'em all, 'cause tomorrow I'mma buy a coupe
Lil' **** gettin' money like I'm playin' hoop
To my **** that is tweetin' throw that alley-oop
I'm really ballin' on you ****
Point guard, I'm a starter on you ****
Pussy fiendin' I can call back on you ****
I'mma fly fly shit ****
Ridin' round checkin' my traps (checkin' my traps)
All of this ballin' baby (swish)
Put a real **** on the map (okay, okay)
And life's too short to be playin' with it
I was born too mac (you ain't know bitch, too short)
Now I'm a go-getter 'cause my palms stay itchin'
Gotta get that scratch
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
On my hustle
Written by: Jovan Smith, Unknown Writer
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