Mr. Untouchable - Nipsey Hussle, Kokane

Mr. Untouchable

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these

You know I’m unfadeable

That’s the reason why I’m out on these streets

'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)

Hustla (Hustla)

I never been a mark ass buster

Haters, how you love that?

(Put that West back on the map)

Crush 'em out that bulletproof, 740 Levi

Tipped a hundred dollars when the valet grabbed my keys

I’m runnin' through this money like these hundreds is adidas

They hatin' and we see why

We riders and we fly

You niggas is neither, you know the procedure

Hustle 'til we run out and then count cash and re-up

High 'til we die so it’s motherfuckin' detox

The only thing we run is Louis belts through our Levi’s

Catch me at the function, hoppin' out dumb thick

All these hoes wanna fuck but all I got is one dick

Expense, one more chance, all I need is one Nip

And all my competition on some I can’t even front shit

You the one and I see what this become

They wavin' their white flag and I’m still bussin' my gun

No surrender, no retreat, my nigga, I got to eat

And keep thousand dollar sneakers on my feet

Hussle

Mr. Untouchable

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these

You know I’m unfadeable

That’s the reason why I’m out on these streets

'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)

Hustla (Hustla)

I never been a mark ass buster

Haters, how you love that?

(Put that West back on the map)

Uh, listen, look

Cops can’t touch a nigga

Never been a sucka nigga

Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga

All money, money getter

All I really care about is the women in my kitchen

Foldin' clothes, washin' dishes, got me through them cold Decembers

Told 'em it’d be better days, so that explains the shit I’m into

I kept my word but details is confidential

Not too many niggas have survived the type of shit I’ve been through

And even less is this nice on an instrumental

Minus the pencil, just the info

They tell me that it’s all a mind game, so I play this shit mental

They see the platinum plates and they assume that it’s a rental

'Cause his album’s yet to drop so how he pull up in a Benzo?

Drop the top, bet the bitch got crop

Let it blow in the wind on a roll, don’t stop

Yah, yah, the next stop will be the block

Grab a fat stack of weed, then we hopped on a yacht

Yah

Well, alright, yah

Meet Mr. Untouchable

Blowin' that bubba kush out the sunroof

Let it burn like 151 proof, errh

They say some fools can and some fools can’t

So you wish you can niggas can take this to the bank

Nipsey Hussle and Kokane

Putting paint where it ain’t

Mr. Untouchable

Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these

You know I’m unfadeable

That’s the reason I’m out on these streets

'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)

Hustla (Hustla)

I never been a mark ass buster

Haters, how you love that?

(Put that West back on the map)