Lacombe
Fuck purple, u-h, u-h, u-h-u-h!
Rolling backwoods in the back of the woods
Bitch I'm back light the woods
Never looking back
Bitch I'm good
I be that seventh Ward Lord with them 7 4 swords cutting 7 foreign whores ho
Me and Smurf got a fucking problem
Slick took too much Neurontin
Now his fucking head is throbbing
Feeling wavy like the fucking coast
Popped one then gave two to Ghost
Grey the suicidal host
I'm smoking dope ay bitch you know that I'm that fucking junkie
Bitches tryna fuck me
Lucky if I let 'em suck me
Smoking Cadillac dope in a berry leaf
Laying in the cut I promise you won't even see
Selling indica lil' boy I got it for the cheap
If I get it for the 2 you get it for the 3
Everytime I hit the scene these hoes is all on me
Everytime I'm sipping lean I usually got it free
It's Hustle til I Die
I chase the cheese like Chester cheeto
There's so much heat I stick your finger
But dare you to play the stick up? Play the robber at the druggie?
Yo body they gotta pickup Shawty official
Used to being hustled to get your chips up
Who's to say I'm the villain no pistol check on me, only fists up
My 10 pack of gorilla with bullets the size of missiles
My pimp hand you flex as you come official
Come to my Hustle family it's over I blow the whistle
Rolling backwoods in the back of the woods
Bitch I'm back light the woods
Never looking back
Bitch I'm good
I be that seventh Ward Lord with them 7 4 swords cutting 7 foreign whores ho
Me and Smurf got a fucking problem
Slick took too much Neurontin
Now his fucking head is throbbing
Feeling wavy like the fucking coast
Popped one then gave two to Ghost
Grey the suicidal host
I'm smoking dope ay bitch you know that I'm that fucking junkie
Bitches tryna fuck me
Lucky if I let 'em suck me
Smoking Cadillac dope in a berry leaf
Laying in the cut I promise you won't even see
Selling indica lil' boy I got it for the cheap
If I get it for the 2 you get it for the 3
Everytime I hit the scene these hoes is all on me
Everytime I'm sipping lean I usually got it free
It's Hustle til I Die
I chase the cheese like Chester cheeto
There's so much heat I stick your finger
But dare you to play the stick up? Play the robber at the druggie?
Yo body they gotta pickup Shawty official
Used to being hustled to get your chips up
Who's to say I'm the villain no pistol check on me, only fists up
My 10 pack of gorilla with bullets the size of missiles
My pimp hand you flex as you come official
Come to my Hustle family it's over I blow the whistle
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Jonathan Crawford, Scott Arceneaux
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