A Hustler's Anthem
Aye
Ooh
Sh*t
Seesh
Ooh
This beat is hard man
OOH
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
Yeah yeah
Coming through with a catchphrase
You get pickled like a catfish
Bye bye you been catfished
Hit a leak like the plumber
Clanched fist like am Rambo
Kinda faded you can't see me
We cannot beef, you ain't spicey
So many verses could write me a bible
Call me the captain, I'm Irish
I came for the gold like pirates
Nobody perfect, I practice
I get the bread, you get toasted
Don't call my phone you gon miss me
I'm on the road, like a postman
I came for my check no drama
I'm keeping my focus like Arrece
I go slow like a zombie
I moonwalked to her DMs
Goodnight what She tell you
I'm home alone what She tell me
I'm in your mind, you can't touch me
Ayee
Ayeeee
Ooh
Nigga we gon pop
We banging like the bros
Nigga we go hard (ooh)
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON POP
WE BANGIN LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON POP
WE BANGIN LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
Yeah yeah
Ooh
Sh*t
Seesh
Ooh
This beat is hard man
OOH
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON' POP
WE BANGIN' LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
Yeah yeah
Coming through with a catchphrase
You get pickled like a catfish
Bye bye you been catfished
Hit a leak like the plumber
Clanched fist like am Rambo
Kinda faded you can't see me
We cannot beef, you ain't spicey
So many verses could write me a bible
Call me the captain, I'm Irish
I came for the gold like pirates
Nobody perfect, I practice
I get the bread, you get toasted
Don't call my phone you gon miss me
I'm on the road, like a postman
I came for my check no drama
I'm keeping my focus like Arrece
I go slow like a zombie
I moonwalked to her DMs
Goodnight what She tell you
I'm home alone what She tell me
I'm in your mind, you can't touch me
Ayee
Ayeeee
Ooh
Nigga we gon pop
We banging like the bros
Nigga we go hard (ooh)
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON POP
WE BANGIN LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
OOH HUSTLE LIKE A BOSS
NIGGA WE GON POP
WE BANGIN LIKE THE BROS
NIGGA WE GO HARD
Yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Moeti Oliphant
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