Real Hustla
Heart cold, sorry shawty, I cannot love you
You can tell me the truth, probably still not gone trust you
Never worked with the pigs, why the fuck would I cuff you?
Boujee nigga, I don't care who you is, don't wanna fuck you
If I do, just like McDonald's, you gone be loving it
Hublot on the right, Audemar on the other wrist
He got away, missed a sack, send another blitz
Touch one of my niggas, mess around and get yo brother hit
Feel like JB, fuck that boy, knock his block down
Shottas all around, NLE, don't chopped down
Turn his whip to convertible, take his top down
Can't score on me, Draymond you get locked down
Need the matte black G-Wagon, peanut butter seats
Old as hell with no money, what you work for free?
Niggas funny even thinking they can fuck with me
Niggas hate more than they show love, that's just how it be
Yeah nigga real hustler
I can sell a bible to a church, play around you get hurt
Put his ass in the dirt, she let me hit then I fade away from her like I'm Dirk
Make the wrong, sitting in the zone, ima lurk it
Maybach riding, ima go and close the curtains
Trying to fuck my mans, think she doing it on purpose
Whole time you just looking like a clown in a circus
You think I give a fuck, promise you it ain't gone hurt me
Thick as fuck on the aht, Thick as fuck on the gram, ahh fuck
Thick as fuck on the gram, in real life don't got no ass
Try one of us, this not school, you get no pass
Heard yo lil song the other day, that shit so trash
Got a lot of money on me now, I need more cash
Cano hit his girl, gahdamn, got him so mad
Want beef? Bring it straight to you nigga doordash
How the fuck is you a stepper and you saying that feet hurt?
Sweet talk a bad bitch then take her out for dessert
If she don't bring nothing to the table, ima leave her
I been doing fine on my own, I don't need her
Bitch
Paint his tee, make it rojo
Green on my brain, I'm on go mode
Blind man clutching on a stick, no pogo
Moving kind of fast, all you niggas moving slow mo
Damn
I ain't really like his tone so I popped him in the knees, niggas thinking that he Romo
Damn
I got snipers on the team who will hit you from a far, they like Curry from the logo
Damn
Sneak dissing bout ya mans then acting like y'all cool, aw man that's a no no
Damn
Up the blicky on his ass, and of course it got the flash, make him pose for a photo
Damn
You can tell me the truth, probably still not gone trust you
Never worked with the pigs, why the fuck would I cuff you?
Boujee nigga, I don't care who you is, don't wanna fuck you
If I do, just like McDonald's, you gone be loving it
Hublot on the right, Audemar on the other wrist
He got away, missed a sack, send another blitz
Touch one of my niggas, mess around and get yo brother hit
Feel like JB, fuck that boy, knock his block down
Shottas all around, NLE, don't chopped down
Turn his whip to convertible, take his top down
Can't score on me, Draymond you get locked down
Need the matte black G-Wagon, peanut butter seats
Old as hell with no money, what you work for free?
Niggas funny even thinking they can fuck with me
Niggas hate more than they show love, that's just how it be
Yeah nigga real hustler
I can sell a bible to a church, play around you get hurt
Put his ass in the dirt, she let me hit then I fade away from her like I'm Dirk
Make the wrong, sitting in the zone, ima lurk it
Maybach riding, ima go and close the curtains
Trying to fuck my mans, think she doing it on purpose
Whole time you just looking like a clown in a circus
You think I give a fuck, promise you it ain't gone hurt me
Thick as fuck on the aht, Thick as fuck on the gram, ahh fuck
Thick as fuck on the gram, in real life don't got no ass
Try one of us, this not school, you get no pass
Heard yo lil song the other day, that shit so trash
Got a lot of money on me now, I need more cash
Cano hit his girl, gahdamn, got him so mad
Want beef? Bring it straight to you nigga doordash
How the fuck is you a stepper and you saying that feet hurt?
Sweet talk a bad bitch then take her out for dessert
If she don't bring nothing to the table, ima leave her
I been doing fine on my own, I don't need her
Bitch
Paint his tee, make it rojo
Green on my brain, I'm on go mode
Blind man clutching on a stick, no pogo
Moving kind of fast, all you niggas moving slow mo
Damn
I ain't really like his tone so I popped him in the knees, niggas thinking that he Romo
Damn
I got snipers on the team who will hit you from a far, they like Curry from the logo
Damn
Sneak dissing bout ya mans then acting like y'all cool, aw man that's a no no
Damn
Up the blicky on his ass, and of course it got the flash, make him pose for a photo
Damn
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