The Hustla

I knew this coming in... I'm a hustla, homie! You a customer, homie! How you figure that you bigger? It's that liquor 40 That just gotcha trippin My partner watchin, itchin We smokin dope and somewhat hopin We don't catch you slippin 33 in you chest, we call you Scottie Pippen It ain't no lie, we live it You just a body figure I mean a body count, that's in a body bag More like a doggie bag Partakin' body drags In the back of my Lac Is where I smash yo damn fam I get the pack and the bag The fuckin man's who I am And best of all I'm just growin The everlasting is showing I'm neva slacking, but I'm mackin' on these hoes that's goin And that's fasho I'm blowin More like I'm fuckin blowed Still got more junts to roll Packs fly to Mexico Takin trips to the border We executin this order That's 66 in the chamber You can't prepare for the slaughter I came to rent out your daughter I need that passive income I like to smash it, then I pass it back so you can get some You betta gimme my funds Can't f*ck with I.O.U's You betta not reach for no guns Cuz nigga I buck too Yah...