Hustlin

(BeatGang)
Let's get it
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)

Ayy, brodie bring that shit in town, yeah, that shit around
Lot of, posin' up, we can buss 'em down (whole thing)
Nigga mad his BM around, boy, you know this bitch a whore
You already on child support, don't get put on life support

Summertime comin'
Bitch, we ready, we got ice galore (bitch, we ready)
More stripes than Adidas
But we get what's on them Nikes, boy (what is that?)
What is that, a check?
Bitch, I know they look alike, but this a 'Rari not no 'Vette, bitch
I know y'all niggas tough

But we some steppers, don't get stretched, bitch
All my niggas workin'
When we die, that's when we'll rest, bitch
(That's when we gon' chill, nigga)
You hear me?
Ayy, brodie called my phone, he said the feds ran in Grandville (damn)
He only twenty-three, but when he touch, he gon' have grandkids
I told him when he free

He gettin' a mansion and bad bitch (I got you)
Text me your inmate number and call me when them bands hit
He like, "Bet, I love you, bro, I'm just chillin' this bitch
Your album just hit the player
You was trippin' on that bitch, nigga" (goin' crazy)

While they blow it, we gon' stack it (stack)
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (fuck on)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you (baow)

I don't work out, but I got muscle (yeah)
When we in a whip, we clutchin'
If we up it, we gon' bust it (boom)
Let 'em blow it, we gon' stack it
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (keep grindin')

I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (fuck on then, nigga)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you
I don't work out, but I got muscle (yeah)
Yeah, I cut them niggas off
I couldn't trust 'em, nigga, fuck 'em

Ayy, my plug think he slick, he sent a whole 'nother four blocks
Houses in the D a band, fuck it, here, go get four blocks
I call brodie, "What you on? Don't go outside without your Glock"
I'm in that Lamb' truck in Cali bangin' Welcome to O'Block (von)

Get a brick and then I stretch it, hit a bitch and make my exit
I let Ice Box bust my AP and let Gary bust my presi (ice)
Youngin wanna work the trap
But low-key, I don't think he ready (He ain't)
He just see the benefits, you know that fetty got us heavy (slow down)

I just bought a mansion, could've bought a couple skellies
Let these niggas buy that jewelry
Give 'em six months, they gon' sell it (three months)
These niggas ain't my opps
I got rich and they got jealous (fuck nigga)
They can't get in my presence, I'm the king, niggas peasants (no cap)

While they blow it, we gon' stack it (stack)
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (fuck on)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you (baow)

I don't work out, but I got muscle (yeah)
When we in a whip, we clutchin'
If we up it, we gon' bust it (boom)
Let 'em blow it, we gon' stack it
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (keep grindin')

I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (fuck on then, nigga)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you
I don't work out, but I got muscle (baow)
Yeah, I cut them niggas off
I couldn't trust 'em, nigga, fuck 'em (them them niggas)

You ain't where you wanna be at, nigga, keep hustlin'
You don't know what to do
You ain't got as much money as you want, nigga?
Keep hustlin', you hear me?
Ah (BeatGang)



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Anthony O'neal Mathis
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