Hustle Bones
Give a fuck whatchya heard
Yeah, fuck whatchya heard
Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
What, what
But you don't hear me though
Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
With a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious Molotov
Cocktailin' sound bomb, a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock, too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs
Stuck on the fence
How does it feel
It don't make sense
Nothing is
That rip you a new one trick I'm the true one
And only never know me never will no son
Leave ya laid out ta fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit-and-run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
That can't wait ta blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick with it flav on
That ex-con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond
Eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while I ride that bomb
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun
Look no hands megatons
Rode like man, we can't lose
No shit, no shit
That hit it till it drip wit
Da blood of the raw way
It was fore dem forgot
Why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
Fuck da wrong way
Only one real way to work
That shit out da
Beat street spit
Uber freaked heat lit
Hell flame to your brain
Blood thirst
What, what
Run it back, run it
Run up bitch ta da death
Get gripped
My steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know
Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Criminal intent anti-legal ill
Thief in da night peel your life backspin the wheel
Run it back, run it
Yeah, fuck whatchya heard
Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
What, what
But you don't hear me though
Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
With a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious Molotov
Cocktailin' sound bomb, a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock, too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs
Stuck on the fence
How does it feel
It don't make sense
Nothing is
That rip you a new one trick I'm the true one
And only never know me never will no son
Leave ya laid out ta fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit-and-run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
That can't wait ta blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick with it flav on
That ex-con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond
Eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while I ride that bomb
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun
Look no hands megatons
Rode like man, we can't lose
No shit, no shit
That hit it till it drip wit
Da blood of the raw way
It was fore dem forgot
Why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
Fuck da wrong way
Only one real way to work
That shit out da
Beat street spit
Uber freaked heat lit
Hell flame to your brain
Blood thirst
What, what
Run it back, run it
Run up bitch ta da death
Get gripped
My steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatchyou know
Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my-
Comin' out my mouth
Criminal intent anti-legal ill
Thief in da night peel your life backspin the wheel
Run it back, run it
Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin
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