Lyrics:
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta')
(Poppa Don)
What
take them by the Glock
I hustle every day
I hustle every night
I hustle everywhere
What the fuck you want to cop
I swear to God nigga
I hustle every day
James Bond in sit mode
But ya'll be knowing how a G roll
Cause it be on when the bar close
Open those tryin to hustle for a pen
Seems so rem since she
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
y'all handle, then break ya ankle
Take your end goals
Y'all just scramble and assemble a pencil and settle with what ever level
Hitting the pedal but
Ya know, it's the way we gonna do it
Nine-seven, an forever, fiends is talkin
Can't even knock our hustle 'cause we're tremendous
An ya best believe
Times with the OGs
White T Gum bottom Rees
Shotty by the fence under Leaves
38 Snub tucked in jeans
Shoot ya wrist I won't catch a thing
Grinding Hard
adderal
Hated by most of ya'll
Paid in full you ain't know the cost
Back on the straight the adjacent
Pulled up to the joint we cased it
Blazin' cookie
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
Hello you've reached the gates, what's the request?
Oh well he not in at the moment
Okay well a 1000 years on earth is a day to God so he'll be back
Hello you've reached the gates, what's the request?
Oh well he not in at the moment
Okay well a 1000 years on earth is a day to God so
He'll be back
Ya know, it's the way we gonna do it
Nine-seven, an forever, fiends is talkin
Can't even knock our hustle 'cause we're tremendous
An ya best believe
both got finish lines, I'm here to start sum
I'm surrounded by imposters, that's why I keep a couple round in my posse
Que pasa, whats happening
I can
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
you so much, I truly appreciate it
I won't let you down, you can rely on me for this trip
Check it, its Hustle! Err! This is what I live to do
I'ma
Pack a hundred people, ya know ya gonna need'em
Straight with the system is down by law
Cause every two hours they get nine more
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
huh
We's about to rep on ya'll
Sixty nine overall hook em
Look what we hittin pussy tight and gripping
Rhymes be stripping natives be sipping
Records be
to eat up in my face now the tables turned
Through my painful journey this is what I learned
Money is power we struggle for hours but hustle for hours
don’t you focus on gettin a plate?/
Ya jewelry is fake, and so is ya team, aint doin shit so you focus on me/
Why don’t you hustle as hard as you hate?
You overzealous calm down
You ain't hot like me word around town
I set the streets a blaze
Only do 1 thang in this rap game
That's hustle
Hustle
Let's do this, fuckin' killas
Prophet Posse, Dayton Family
Flint Town, Michigan Style, Memphis
Down South, Gold Teeth
Gold D's, fuck you hoes
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