Hustle Like I'm Broke
Always been a few of us but we stay up on score
I like glock 20's but glock two-nines hit harder cuz they short
Don't none feel better than catching yo opps leaving out the store
Glock two-one stay in my hand i keep my hammer like i'm thor (aye)
Tryna be bookie glocks lil meeski got his noodles knocked
Catch him in a lyft that's fish bone hop out get his uber shot
Momma say i need a bank account cuz i keep stupid knots
Told my bird a man that plan to rob me must be stupid mom
Von doing 60 in this bitch somehow they on us still
Nuski, mikey, presto, kb out them four bonus kills
Told bro nem don't call me tre i'm cj when we on them drills
Dissing us on ig and he know that got his homie killed (dummy)
Bad bitches love my voice they say they love how i talk
The streets aint for everybody that's why they made sidewalks
Line my geeks up on back streets walk em down and drive off
I feel all alone out here i wish i could break von out (free von)
Wish i could bring elo back (elo)
Wish i could bring caleb back (right now)
Tryna show yo gun to gang whole time gang nem taking that
Leaving my house going on drills praying to god i make it back
Making money sitting in prison every two days i made a sack
I say i hustle like i'm broke i call her the throat goat
Ar in my coat so run up if you slow (aye)
I be anxious to crack a opp nigga
I fell in love wit squeezin glock triggers
I was dere when yo potna got dropped nigga
I feel like lil wayne cuz i'm a hot nigga
I like glock 20's but glock two-nines hit harder cuz they short
Don't none feel better than catching yo opps leaving out the store
Glock two-one stay in my hand i keep my hammer like i'm thor (aye)
Tryna be bookie glocks lil meeski got his noodles knocked
Catch him in a lyft that's fish bone hop out get his uber shot
Momma say i need a bank account cuz i keep stupid knots
Told my bird a man that plan to rob me must be stupid mom
Von doing 60 in this bitch somehow they on us still
Nuski, mikey, presto, kb out them four bonus kills
Told bro nem don't call me tre i'm cj when we on them drills
Dissing us on ig and he know that got his homie killed (dummy)
Bad bitches love my voice they say they love how i talk
The streets aint for everybody that's why they made sidewalks
Line my geeks up on back streets walk em down and drive off
I feel all alone out here i wish i could break von out (free von)
Wish i could bring elo back (elo)
Wish i could bring caleb back (right now)
Tryna show yo gun to gang whole time gang nem taking that
Leaving my house going on drills praying to god i make it back
Making money sitting in prison every two days i made a sack
I say i hustle like i'm broke i call her the throat goat
Ar in my coat so run up if you slow (aye)
I be anxious to crack a opp nigga
I fell in love wit squeezin glock triggers
I was dere when yo potna got dropped nigga
I feel like lil wayne cuz i'm a hot nigga
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