Hustleville Stomp
What the fuck you thought this is
We getting to a bag for real
This Hustleville I don't know
What the fuck you thought this is
Be done for yo ass killed
This Cashville Nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is be done got yo
Ass killed this Cashville nigga
Real nigga shit that's all that I breed
When you hear that ohight
You knowing it's me
Got the heart of a killer
Got the grind of a hustler hate on me
I'll fuck ya main bitch to make
Ya suffer I really came from
The bottom boy these niggas
Ain't tougher might dog a bad
Bitch wouldn't let me fuck
When I struck her
My homie distribute vacuumed
Sealed bags to the puffers
The other train that dog
With thinny Pooh with no tussle
I got an extra long clip
With a extra long stash
Street niggas that last they built
Like Quanie Cash the fact I earned
All these stripes and doubled
My respect from Hustleville
To Cashville this shit is bout
A check
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville nigga
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is be done got
Yo ass killed this Cashville nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville nigga
I don't know what the fuck you thought this is be done got yo ass
Killed this Cashville nigga
In Russellville we selling pills
And wheeling dealing in Nashville
They killing drako drilling
Give a fuck what you feeling
Better watch out these boys don't play
Get popped in yo shit today
Came to kick it with my nigga
Quanie in the east bay running
These bands up to the sky ladies
Saying my my I don't know that
Nigga name but he looking
Super fly yeah that boy look
Super fly and that boy stay
Super high better not try yo
Luck because I keep a fucking
Alibi shoebox full of Benjamin's
Save this shit don't pay no rent
13 years old is round the time
I went independent so miss me
With that hissing ain't tryna
Hear that today too busy running
Up these racks and letting you
Know that round our way
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is be done
Got yo ass killed this Cashville nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is
I don't know what the fuck you thought this is
We getting to a bag for real
This Hustleville I don't know
What the fuck you thought this is
Be done for yo ass killed
This Cashville Nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is be done got yo
Ass killed this Cashville nigga
Real nigga shit that's all that I breed
When you hear that ohight
You knowing it's me
Got the heart of a killer
Got the grind of a hustler hate on me
I'll fuck ya main bitch to make
Ya suffer I really came from
The bottom boy these niggas
Ain't tougher might dog a bad
Bitch wouldn't let me fuck
When I struck her
My homie distribute vacuumed
Sealed bags to the puffers
The other train that dog
With thinny Pooh with no tussle
I got an extra long clip
With a extra long stash
Street niggas that last they built
Like Quanie Cash the fact I earned
All these stripes and doubled
My respect from Hustleville
To Cashville this shit is bout
A check
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville nigga
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is be done got
Yo ass killed this Cashville nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville nigga
I don't know what the fuck you thought this is be done got yo ass
Killed this Cashville nigga
In Russellville we selling pills
And wheeling dealing in Nashville
They killing drako drilling
Give a fuck what you feeling
Better watch out these boys don't play
Get popped in yo shit today
Came to kick it with my nigga
Quanie in the east bay running
These bands up to the sky ladies
Saying my my I don't know that
Nigga name but he looking
Super fly yeah that boy look
Super fly and that boy stay
Super high better not try yo
Luck because I keep a fucking
Alibi shoebox full of Benjamin's
Save this shit don't pay no rent
13 years old is round the time
I went independent so miss me
With that hissing ain't tryna
Hear that today too busy running
Up these racks and letting you
Know that round our way
I don't know what the fuck you
Thought this is we getting to
A bag for real this Hustleville
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is be done
Got yo ass killed this Cashville nigga
I don't know what the fuck
You thought this is
I don't know what the fuck you thought this is
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Smith
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