Respect My Hustle

[Chorus: Frenchie]
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
My jersey be 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself

[Verse 1: Frenchie]
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
Pilot is my middle name nigga, I can fly myself
French is the one and only, you getting paper then show me
You flexing hard with your Breitling, my little niggas rock Rollies
You ain't built to be with my coding, my money stacking high slowly
Ain't nothing you can do for me, you a baby boy like Jody
One whip forty-thou' I profit, ladies showing me love
Security I don't need it, twenty racks to blow in this club
Shorty gon' pass me the molly's, you just slumped in that two-door coupe
Team Mack got the seats back, with a gang of hoes, Moulin Rouge
I'm flexing hard, yeah I do
Rest in peace G Baby, yelling out my screw

[Chorus: Frenchie]
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
My jersey be 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself

[Verse 2: Deezy]
We show up, we show out
Lambo coupe, no doors out
Put the doors up, know what I’m ‘bout
View my life, that movie shit
View my bitch, that Louie fitted
Rock city, what? I ain’t losing shit
Send me a brick, I’m a move it quick
These Gucci shoes mean nothing to me
I fuck ‘em up, I playing it
That’s when you know a nigga really getting money
MDE, I’m a hold that down
Take something from you I’m a lay that down
Cut a nigga face turn his frown to a smile
? on the waist, nigga look at me now
Gun in his face, nigga say something now
Nigga say something now

[Verse 3: Zoeballa]
If I die before I wake, bury Zoe with two G’s
Cavalli shirts, I’m too fleet
Rolls Royce with two keys
I’m stunting nigga, I’m too hard
12’s on that Too Guard
Pardon me if my heart bigger
Shocked police, I spark niggas
No car involved, I park niggas
My shine glow, and my wrist’s black
Pray to God I ain’t y’all niggas
Up and down, this whole list is macked
My team too official, gun and a pistol
Told these motherfuckers all welcome to the coke wave
Gotta give him forty-four grams, calling me the man nigga
Come and get a coke wave

[Chorus: Frenchie]
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
My jersey be 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself

[Verse 4: Joffy]
If I should pass before I wake, I swear to god my son is good
I'm from the hood, seeing depths in the road like I'm under ?
Gotta switch my life around, hammer tucked yeah I'm wifey'd down
Glam' 'em up, that's a lightning round
Tan 'em up, know young icy down
? while she probably wanna swally'
She be tripping on the dick, and yeah she probably on the molly
I ain't judging her, cause I'm fucking her
You one time, you cuffing her
It's me and ? , who can fuck with us?
Swagger up, we busted up
Hopping out, they rushing up
You mad as fuck, there's no touching us
GD, baller type
Fuck the competition, I'm all the hype
Give me all the mics
And I'ma spit on that bitch like Pac did nigga, cause we all alike
Zoeballa, Frenchie hoe
General, so don't tempt me though
My gun go so let your son know
That if I unload, that I'ma empty hoe

[Chorus: Frenchie]
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavalli belt
My jersey be 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself