Str8 Slammin' (feat. Juicy J)

Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
 Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
 Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
 Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
 Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
 Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
 In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
 Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin
 G.I. thuggin
 Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin
 Hardrock hustling
 Bitches stick to the dick cuz you know a nigga holding
 Living on some pimp shit
 I'mma let y'all chase hoes, I'mma get chosen
 Keep a bitch dick whipped
 Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open
 Fresh up off a straight dope stain
 I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
 The real niggas understand
 I ain't trying to be the man
 If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne
 I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
 Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
 If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
 Getting my thug on where I preside
 Nigga been bust at, still I survive
 Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
 Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
 Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack
 I'm street certified, nigga -- check my stats
 Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat
 And these little niggas said they got racks on racks
 So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
 Got damn
 Fuck what I'm worth
 Still out here on the grind
 Trying to stack racks
 Racks on racks, never caught slipping
 Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag
 Fucks with the hood
 Still eat good
 Hanging with the killers with the black masks
 They will kidnap your wife and kids
 You niggas don't want that
 Do what we gotta do to make it
 Hope them jackers won't take it
 If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em
 I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread
 And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
 Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go
 If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
 Money and the power
 What we hustle for?
 We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors