Hustla

Bitch im a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you don't like it then fuck ya
(fuck ya fuck ya)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't got shit for you buster's
(Buster's buster's)
Nah
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah)
'Cause bitch I'm a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Bitch im a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you don't like it then fuck ya
(Fuck ya fuck ya)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't got shit for you buster's
(Buster's buster's)
Nah
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah)
'Cause bitch I'm a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

I came up in the struggle
Had to learn how to hustle
Started working out
And I put on a little muscle
Everyday
Trying not to end up in a duffle
They be shooting on the streets
Ain't nobody trying to scuffle
And the boys in blue
Aiming their toys at you
You and your boys are through
Man take your young ass home
Lil' nigga
Don't you got some chores to do
But the streets keep calling
They need a hero
Somebody who will keep that shit
100 down to zero
'Cause I came from nothing
That means I got to gain something
Before Hell comes to get me
And I can feel the flames rustling
But until that time I'll stay hustling
'Cause that's the only thing
That im trusting

Bitch im a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you don't like it then fuck ya
(Fuck ya fuck ya)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't got shit for you buster's
(Buster's buster's)
Nah
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah)
'Cause bitch I'm a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

On the grind
In the sun
Ain't no stopping my shine
My mind spit rhymes quick
This is top of the line
Them slugs hit you in the back
And put a knot in your spine
This is your warning
Transforming like Optimus Prime
And I'm swarming
And I'm stormin like Norman
Then I'm poppin this nine because
Ain't no stopping a mind
As rotten as mine
And I'll put up right beside the curb And serve ya the dime
My lines murder you
Killing you wit surgical rhymes
It's closed curtains
They'll be searching through the dirt And the vines
For clues to lead them to your body And most certain demise
But it's too late
You can't escape
Because you've run out of time
That's what you get
For trying to take me off my grind

Bitch im a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you don't like it then fuck ya
(Fuck ya fuck ya)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't got shit for you buster's
(Buster's buster's)
Nah
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah)
'Cause bitch I'm a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Bitch im a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
If you don't like it then fuck ya
(Fuck ya fuck ya)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't got shit for you buster's
(Buster's buster's)
Nah
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah)
'Cause bitch I'm a hustler
(Hustler hustler)
Yeah
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): David James Martin
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