Hello - Cobra

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick

I’m stangin' licks, hustlin' thick every day

A thugged out balla winning every way

Watching out for the haters, I see 'em comin'

When they move in four pound got 'em runnin'

Laws look in my range like they wanna blast me

But then they see the ice and drive right past me

Riding solo, stepping out of my ride

So much bling as though I get

Hustla gotta switch his eyes

I switch rides to my six-forty-five, face pounding

So many gals calling my cell I can’t count 'em

I answer for this call, yella and a Asian thing

My lifestyle got em buzzin me time and time again

I’m loving this

It’s like heavn on Earth

Sometimes I think I got it for what it’s worth

But what did mama say?

Oh yeah, I ralized she said

Heaven’s the best, could it be better than this?

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick

My hustler hill, a seven whip garage

Sometimes them entices a opposition barrage

Six cars inside, for different situations

Three disclosed, the rest use imagination

Heavenless, the way I ball

Priceless, like the paintings on the wall

My twenties crawl through the streets as I ride

The sound out my speakers scream cause my diamonds freezing time

And dash navigator is my key mast

Seat back, head out, and a maze ball cap

Ballin', deep in the cut

Chrome spinning, right bottom, livin' up

Blazin', I’m on a level never felt

Paper stacking so high make the ozone melt

Candy factory, that’s how it’s going down

Except add in a box for shaking the ground

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick

I’m stangin' licks

And hustlin' thick