I Want To Be A Husalah lyrics

[Intro: Husalah]
I want to be a husalah (husalaahh)
Yeah, yeah, biotch yeah
Oh sh*t dis sh*t slap cuddy
I ain't gon' lie this sh*t knock, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo yo yo ever since I was a young n*gga, I want to be a husalah
Playin' hella slap in my candy painted drop
I used to love vogues, now them fours mollywop
'73 caprice drop, coke white guts, dumb knock
n*gga when I slide up the block, I see the hoes choose
n*ggas get mad and smirk, cause they know these n*ggas'll get the blues
When the .223's a get spittin' out the 'K
Make way for the H-U-S A, L-A-H, out da gate, they got nerve n*gga
I'm like Mcdonald's over 12 million n*ggas served
So get your nerves blew the back out ya face
Get the f*ck out my face, you'll get clapped by the 'K

[Chorus: Husalah]
I know you wonderin 'when the mob gon' stop
They see they main girls on the side of my drop
I told her don't talk to me b*tch talk to my c*ck
And if yo n*gga got problems then talk to my chop
I come around the corner in my '73 drop
It's coke white top and you know it's dumb knock
Ya girl, and she ridin' in my drop
If you got a problem with me n*gga just talk to my chop
[Verse 2: Husalah]
Talk to my chop n*gga have a conversation
When them .223's they, a get to separatin'
The left side of ya chest from the right side
I'ma catch a n*gga with the left from the blind side
Sleep a n*gga, run through his pockets
Hop in my 350 rocket and drop the top and just rock it
I don't give a f*ck, yeah n*gga, it's young Husalah, Husalah
Gettin' stupid dumb retarded and up geese on suckas
I'm a beast, a husalah, a true life n*gga
Not an internet thug, I get two paws n*gga
Then I flip on the four, then I flip at ya eight
Then I flipped at the twenty now ya n*gga livin' great
Even though I got this five piece Fed time
I don't give a f*ck I'm countin' money on my bed time
Talkin' on my mobile against my skin tone
While ya b*tch tellin' me she all alone
She want me come over and bone, I told her b*tch
I kept talkin' sh*t, 'cause I really think the piece of sh*t b*tch is ugly
Trust me, the bass is bumpin', ya face is bumpin', b*tch don't say nothin'
I don't write raps so I just make knocks
My pockets all green like ya girlfriends twat
I'm ridin in my, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, I love my car, I love my car

[Verse 3: The Jacka]
Yeah I'm from the mob figz, I believe you know me
Gangsta's and husalah's, we neva get no sleep
24 all the time, when I make my money back
I'ma need anotha nine yeah, a nine piece for the girl snorters
The whole hood orders, whole ones, half thangs and quarters
b*tch n*ggas and police never seem to notice, but they seem to know us
f*ck n*ggas stand near but they all below us
Hopin' one day you'll be here but you still a owe us
A hundred rounds inside your house ya kids'll never grow up
I'm smokin' real sh*t n*gga that'll make you throw up
Up chuck, ya wife gettin' butt f*cked, by a wolf that's hungry as hell
You let the mess talk now we on you for real
[Pre-Chorus]
We on your head n*gga for real though I'm not even gonna lie, yo yo yo
Jack and Hus, shower posse them my cuddy's the V and the V done hooked up we getting' money
And girl like Hus say ya face is far from lovely
I ain't even gon' lie ya face is hella ugly

[Chorus: Husalah]
I count a hundred thousand in my backroom
I show n*ggas how my gat boom
These n*ggas hate me cause beautiful
But I keep two guns as usual

[Verse 4: The Jacka]
I slide through stickin' in my muf*ckin' drop
You f*ck n*ggas wonder when the mob gon' stop
But I'm off top, I got coke, I got hop
My strap don't lock and it's one in the hole, ya done in da cold
See the steam come off ya dome? I come off the dome, I come off like I'm stoned
Made 60 thou' off a single clone, spend 30, leave 30 alone
We connects face to face no cellular phone
I hope that ain't ya girlfriend we been sellin' her holmes
Feel me? It's trill boy