Nothin About Me Hustle Gang (Ft. Doe B, T.I. & Trae tha Truth)

[Verse 1: Doe B]
Why these niggas flexin on Instagram?
In the kitchen, whippin up instant grams
Got big [?], got fish and yams
I'm in the Chevy, but I ride it like it's a Lamb
I've been balling so hard, my wrist done jammed
My sneakers squeaked, I done killed them again
My Jesus pieces got [?] in them
Different color diamonds, like fuck I'm shining
All I fuck is quarters, I don't fuck with dimes
Going flip mode like Busta Rhymes
Flip bricks though, I might bust a rhyme
[?] payed for my studio time
Bitch give a nigga brain, let me tooter your mind
Bitch get up out my lane, this the newest shit I [?]
[?] to the top
Damb I blew up on they ass, I done defeated the odds
Fucked your bitch one time, got the key to the house
You don't even know it, I got keys in your house
I'm a dog ass nigga, left flees in your house
Ungreatful ass ho, I'll skeet in your mouth
Pour Champagne on that bitch [?]
[?] let my nigga [?]
Niggas looking pissed off, cause I'm really the shit
But I set this bitch off like Billy The Kid