MC Gusto (feat. Heeme Hussain) - King Pwee

Yeaaa oh (Just got a big bag of gas in the mail) (He try to jack then I'm catching a shell) Ayye Just got a big bag of gas in the mail Ain't on a boat but I'm catching them sales He try to jack then he catching a shell I'm in it to win it ain't taking no Ls You know it's some gas you can tell by the smell Gotta send a care pack for my brother in jai I'm winning now used to be taking them Ls Now I can make a profit off scales I know these niggas they want me to fail But I can't stop this for Pops and Lil Rell Bitch I'm Big BLK till my body turn pale You don't like how we rocking lil nigga oh well She say Hussain make her wet like a whale We make the wave they washed up like a well These niggas funny like Kenan & Kel Bro got the tool you'll get stuck like a nail Bro got the tool you'll get put on a poster Dat bitch in my pocket I don't need a holster You'll never see me with that bitch on the social Just know when it's time ima shoot like I'm posed to Fuck your lil wave nigga we made a ocean Me and my niggas ain't into that hoe shit We made a plan and we put in motion Come sign with Feezy and get a promotion Lately my mind just been on some more shit Been through the worst I just had to refocus Fuck her and leave she gone ask me for closure If you do me wrong then it ain't no do-overs (Yea yea) Ain't no take-backs Big bag of leaves in the spot ima rake that Whatever you say I got on it I make that Took me a loss and I had to just shake back If we want what you got like Diddy we take that Living this shit I been thugging since way back I want them M's ain't talking bout Maybach At first I was broke but then I got paid back Up in the trap I'm employee of the month When I'm done with that pack get another one I lost my nigga so I went bought another gun If a fuck nigga try put a hole in one Ima knock his ass down like I'm bowling some Nigga I'm on your ass like you owe me one (BLK I feel like we the only ones) BLK I feel like we the only ones All that talking you gone have to show me some We go hard on the track like some Roshe Runs We don't do this fun nigga only funds Had me fighting a case now I'm on the run If you tryna get some gas then I'm on the way Send the addy you know I'm in route We in for the money don't care bout no clout Brodie bringing em in and we gettin em out Ain't gotta cap niggas know what we bout Fuck the police tell em let my Gs out I ain't talking Piru but we bring them Ps out Wherever we at turn into a weed house Just got a big bag of gas in the mail Ain't on a boat but I'm catching them sales He try to jack then he catching a shell I'm in it to win it ain't taking no Ls You know it's some gas you can tell by the smell Gotta send a care pack for my brother in jai I'm winning now used to be taking them Ls Now I can make a profit off scales I know these niggas they want me to fail But I can't stop this for Pops and Lil Rell Bitch I'm Big BLK till my body turn pale You don't like how we rocking lil nigga oh well She say Hussain make her wet like a whale We make the wave they washed up like a well These niggas funny like Kenan & Kel Bro got the tool you'll get stuck like a nail (C Myles)

Whoooa Whoa Yea yea yea Yea yea yea ooooo Just call me your highness Bitch im a King just like Leonidas On the way to the top I ain't seen the highest For my niggaz locked up I'm a freedom fighter These niggaz gone hate so that heater by me Bitch I'm feeling like Stevie can't See nobody Doin me bitch I ain't tryna be nobody I ain't on that shit if I can't see no profit Young Hussain but I got bombs like Bin Laden Bout my business keep the bullshit from by me Know Heeme mob with them killers behind me Lil nigga don't make me start giving assignments Got that bitch wet like Dasani She wanna come be my Bonnie Smoking cookies eatin edible brownies I'm in the six boy you know where know where to find me Go against the grain boy you know it get slimy Had to be patient it's all about timing Just got a bomb and that bitch atomic Bitch I'm so high I just smoked on a comet Niggaz talk tough when they Post in them comments See em' in person they don't make a comment Chasing the money I'm running like Sonic Shawty bad give me head like a bonnet Gas in my lungs I got lean in my tummy Heeme gone give em some heat for the summer Remember them days when we used to be crumbing Had to go rob to food on my tummy Remember we stuck up ol' dude with a dummy Run in his pockets then we take off running Right back to the block that's how we was thugging L and K was sellin yay to the Junkies I was tryna sell them grams for the 20 Stuck in a slump niggaz had to wake up Now the whole gang out here gettin they cake up Bust down them P's and we roll the shake up Play with Hussain and I'll blow your face up Blow that shit off em I'm blowing exhaustion Ripping and running all day I'm exhausted Bitch I'm a stunter like Stone Cold Steve Austin Grind like a worker but still on some boss shit CEO nigga We on go nigga Better know nigga Ain't worried about no nigga Been them go getters and we gone go get it He got a thumper but ain't gone blow with it Master P shit boy we ain't got no limits Rap about my life I ain't come with no gimmicks Been in the game you little niggas just scrimmage Throw up the 6 rep that shit till the ending, you niggas finished Rap game don't know what to do with a menace Just got a pack it smell truly stupendous Middle fingers to whoever offended They ain't really about it they just pretending Want a pack just send the addy I'll send it Remember days it wasn't nothing for dinner And now lil shawty tryna fuck with a winner, yea yea Just call me your highness Bitch im a King just like Leonidas On the way to the top I ain't seen the highest For my niggaz locked up I'm a freedom fighter These niggaz gone hate so that heater by me Bitch I'm feeling like Stevie can't see nobody Doin me bitch I ain't tryna be nobody I ain't on that shit if I can't see no profit Young Hussain but I got bombs like Bin Laden Bout my business keep the bullshit from by me Know Heeme mob with them killers behind me Lil nigga don't make me start giving assignments Got that bitch wet like Dasani She wanna come be my Bonnie Smoking cookies eatin edible brownies I'm in the six boy you know where know where to find me Go against the grain boy you know it get slimy

Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block We seen some hard times yea it was way too gutta Salute them hard times cus that's what made us brothers And thru them hard times that shit that made us hustlas But before I picked that pack up I was a jacking motherfucker Before you jump up off that porch you gotta jump off that curb Don't tell me you went to jail lil nigga tell me what you learned Gave the streets my whole heart you know what I got in return I lost my dawgs I lost my mind boy that shit had me lost for words Feel like I can't breathe That ain't my nigga layin in that street dawg it can't be Na it can't be Sometimes I sit and ask the lord why he ain't take me But I can't think like that cus I got three babies I love to death For them to live 100 years I won't take another breath I'll lose it all and start all over to have my brother here Been through to much I'm to fucked up ill get you slumped for real It's been a long year I had to roll one up and send a Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block Letter to the concrete Life just like an instrumental gotta stay up on beat to keep the tool in arms reach Don't trust a soul hope the ones I call my bros don't try to harm me These streets hotter than palm beach them guns sing like r&b Ratchets and blood fashion and drugs it's the cash we love Mud baby we was bathed in the nastiest tubs Road to riches on the path with my thugs A nigga play while we performing he get clapped in the club We shed blood sweat and tears for this shit I got some patnas dead some doing years for this shit Heart numb from all this pain man I can't feel for no bitch Can't take no chance on showing love cus you'll get killed for that shit Middle fingers up fuck em' all Young nigga out there with them packs up in his under draws Young nigga ain't tryna hurt nobody he just wanna ball When you get up niggas start to change and you can see who flaw Just watch out for the laws and jealous niggas who wanna see you fall Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs Letter to my niggas who got locked behind them walls Letter to them niggas that we lost without a cause All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky Graduated from the streets we went to school on that block