Hustler Muzik '21 (Bae)

Aye, smoking out, with the gang
Keep caguama in hand
Willis tower type of beers
In my town we call it Sears
Got my Ventra fuck a Uber
Fuck a goofy with no humor
I can't fuck with any Brewfurd
That includes the baby boomers
Henny in my belly, now my button kind of outie
Acid on the walls and the air, fefe rowdy
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my copa, my compa, my friend
Loco that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!," I just got "Heh"
Drinking since a baby, yeah bitch I can merch it
Been a OutKast, yeah bitch I'm a word smith
In the cut stitching up all the soul samples
Slurring my verses like this shit a code battle
I feel like Master P, na I'm never a tweaker
Eyes hella red with my ears on the speaker
Stacking up to get a Lac and hella bourbon
On the hood I never turn back, fuck suburbans

Henny I sip, Henny I sip
Tequila I chase, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all out of place
Henny I sip, Henny I chase, chase
Henny I sip, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all out of place
Henny I sip, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all ghost faced
Henny I sip, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all out of place
Henny I sip, Tequila I chase
Mix it with the green and we all ghost faced

Bratt the MC these rappers is history
These 8 letters ill like a tail of a killer B
You know I'm with the leaf son, you know my fingers twisted
"W's" up and a wand 'cause I'm wicked
My nose mind it's own and yours stay twitching
Bitch I'm making moves like a westside kitchen
Never into bitching, only into bitches
My blue nose pits define the word vicious
Coming with the Loose Squares
I got hella new ports
Tagging on the wood stairs
Them Chicago back porch
Kicking it with squad
Future looking odd
I see a lot of fakes, you can miss me with the fraud
Versatile, na bitch I'm a reptilian
I'm eating out your girl with the tongue of a chameleon
Feasting off the hustle and the fake humble
I mirror Pindar while I see crackers crumble
Bubble gum, doubles guns in this bitch
How many pieces do you wish
Wands like a wizard with positions, the bebidas
Built like a lizard, chest out from lagartijas
"BAMF" is the mini gun, "BRAT" is the Sniper
Born an Outkast this game is a cypher
"BAMF" is the base and "BRAT" is a lighter
Fuck a punk motherfucker your threats are minor
You practice the buddha, I'm shooting right through ya
My smoke will leave you dead brain, you lose the medulla
Medusa my rostro, I'm Biggie never corto
Motherfuckers hating 'cause I'm gonna be famoso

So Ima party, and bullshit
And party, and bullshit
So lets party, and bullshit
And party, and bullshit, yeah bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Bratt Chavez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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