F3 Hachet (Ft. C-Lim & Mac Dre)

[Intro: Mac Dre]
Y’all call ‘em lushes (Lushes)
We call ‘em winos (Nigga, we call ‘em winos!)
We fuck on hutches (We fuck on hutches)
Y’all suck on them fine hoes (Suckin’ on them fine hoes)

[Verse 1: Hachet]
You gotta be careful in this game, nigga (Why is that?)
Cause there’s sharks and hyenas ready for attack
I’m a Mac, like my potna Dre
Been in this game since back in the day
I don’t play, I let the hot ones speak
I ain’t no geek, a drug dealing connoisseur
Came up from the sewer to a high class
Push an S-Class with TVs in the dash
Live the fast life, dodging task and the vice
Get your mind right (Chase them dollars)
Get your grind right (Homie, be a baller)
Get them big faces, do whatever it takes
And stay away from snakes that hibernate in gang
We came, we conquered, the game, we honor
Scrillionaires, not L-7 squares
We Turf Buccaneers (Turf Buccaneers)

[Hook: Hachet + (C-Lim)]
We keep it gangsta! (What’s really?)
We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it)
We keep it gangsta! (What’s really?)
We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me)
We keep it gangsta! (What’s really?)
We keep it gangsta! (What’s really?)
We keep it gangsta! (Then deal it)
We keep it gangsta! (Gots to kill me)