I Ain't Hard to Find

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

I got that paper in them rubber bands stacked up

And I got something hidden in the stash, wrapped up

If you see purple in my cup that mean I'm leanin' tough

I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up

I'm in a league of my own while them haters throwin' stones

But my mind on cash, I'm in the zone

I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome

I'm well known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone

Southlea is where I roam

The champ is here and there is no clone

On top, I'm well respected on many blocks

So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks

Knockin' these broads up out they socks

I'm in the hood like wig shops

Look close, I ain't hard to spot

I'm right there at that gamblin' spot

Stackin' up a fat knot

So if you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

I'm a block burner like Lil Wayne

Revisin' the game like King James

The head turnin' like Slim Thug chain

We're bangin' hooks like Sugar Shane

I'm throwed off like Major Payne

Talkin' shit like Clubber Lang

These boys talkin' down on the name

But they all washed up like Eddie Kane

The slab roof like David Blaine

(Why's that?) It disappear like magic

Glock 19 made of plastic

Might stretch you out just like elastic

I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close

Bankrolls and fine hoes

Fancy cars and starched clothes

Weed cigars and Moet rolls

Pints of Barr and kushy dro

Dime collector outside the club

In came the toy with the trunk exposed

Swisha House, baby, that's my crew

Roll with us or you'll get ran through

We loved by few and still true

Let me tell y'all just what it do

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

It's Hustle Town, Texas, I do this for the streets

Grindin' with no sleep 'cause that paper what I seek

That hatin' need to cease, I'm evadin' the police

And I been hustlin' since Hulk Hogan body slammed the Iron Sheik

My flow is outta sight, but them boys is all hype

They can't see me up on the mic so they be hatin' me out of spite

Some potent purple Sprite, I done paid my dues

Out here, the strong survive, but the weak end up on Fox news

Sleepless nights with burner in hand 'cause nowadays them jackers plot

Jealousy turn friends to foes, I'm packin' Glocks around the clock

Stackin' knots and mackin' hoes

Chasin' paper and ridin' Vogues

Get that dough what I propose

On 59 double 0

So if you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)

If you're lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find (Know what I'm sayin'?)

I'll be right there, posted on that 59 (Ah, we know)

I got a burner in my lap at all times (Know what I'm sayin'?)

And a bag of sticky icky green limes (Ah, we know)