Hustlers Muzik

I love the game I love the hustle You be feelin' like one of them ballplayin' niggas you know Bird Magic or somethin' Yeah a nigga got dough Nigga could leave the league But as long as niggas is feelin' it a nigga like me can hustle it F*ck man you a hustlin motherfucker man For real baby I put a deadlock on the back door bitch I'll never trust a soul Real hustler baby I could turn a 10 bag to a O I got a dawg who push ah Benz but he drive it like its stole I got a dawg who drive a Honda but he push it like a Rolls Y'all the type get round some real bitches treat em like the bros I'm the type that always had bitches even when I was broke You the type to go to clubs lookin for love and cuff a hoe I'm the type to play it smart so I can't never trust a hoe I said my pockets gettin fat man call me packman That lil song was your last chance that shit was trashcan Black Camaro speedin fast man feel like I'm Batman Big bag, big dick, bitch nothing like your last man I'm the type to kill about sum debt if you can't pay it off Don't Give a f*ck who that crib, pussy boy know I might spray it all Tryna play some games, bitch, get a Xbox I don't play at all Know I took his bitch it had him hurt he tryna play it off Know we took your shit so why you trippin boy? Knock it off Yo bitch Love it over here I take her shoppin before I drop her off I know that dawgy got my back if this shit get to poppin off I know your dog ain't got ya back just like Gunna he gone rat it all Yuh if you my brotha then we locked in Ion like to say no names so shoutout ____ he got them Glocks in You Lil boys is ass, Coop Me and Flex we top ten Call me Rain man I get your bitch wet when I drop in Shawty give me a chance with the pussy bet I beat it up How you call that hoe your wife when you knowin that she eat me up If you really with the gang shit what's your set boy? Throw it up I really want a bag if you ain't got it, I ain't showin up Don't be talkin' like you playa Boy we know you got your bitch slayed He pussy like his daddy yeah I told you that he bitch made Boy I don't write shit, so I can't tell you what my wrist made I can make a bag with words and take your bitch boy this that lip game I can turn a 5 to 10 in ten minutes this that flip game You been the same lil bitch since we was kids boy ain't shit changed Talkin like he solid in that room he gave his bros names Don't be talkin' like you with us, you a goofy and we can't claim Don't be talkin' like you with us where was you when we was scrapin change How he talkin like he tough we had him runnin like he Usain My hearts still in Houston playin chopped shit while I'm grippin grain Its three 4s till i die and ian lyin bitch ill never change Turn a 1 into a 2 these bitches green my cheese blue Can't believe my day one snitched like what the hell got into you Thought they was chillin off that last shit oh they not go whack em too Don't ask me if I got my gun lil' bitch, I'm packin' two I'm a hustler baby, got the knots you know I keep em on me Bitch the world is mine, I told my hoes to call me Tony Every time I'm in your bitch that shit sound like macaroni I need my money paid in full but I can't switch up on the homie I need my money paid in cash so I can split it with tha bros I ain't worried bout my opps like f*ck these boys they just some hoes Yeah we heard that you a tweak don't play with me play with your nose I know you sayin that your bitch don't trust that hoe cause she on go Don't trust that hoe cause she a hoe I never fall out with the bros Steady askin how I cope bitch, I get high through all my lows I been down bitch I been out, but thats that shit nobody knows I got the guap I got the juice, but all alone this shit get cold