Hustle

Yeah
Yo Loo turn me up with the headphones
I'ma talk to these niggas real quick man
That's right
Look

I'm a little sick man
Tryna get a hundred bands
I'ma do it with my style
Give a fuck about your opinion
Judge me with them fucking eyes
While I show you how to live
Shorty hit me that she wild
I'ma take it to the crib

Look, now I elevated, done separated
Heard you got the memo, praise God, I'm hella gracious
Out in Ocho Rios, Dunn's River, my Jamaicans
What that man say? I'ma add a twist, so I can relate it
I'm a bar spitta, I'm a hard hitter
Yeah, I'm dark skinned, but I'm still a light figure
I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall figure
I'm a unforgivin' wild-ass dog nigga
Somethin' wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter
Yeah, it's Virgo season
Why don't you check the handle? Would you?
I'm a grave digger, soon bill printer
Yeah, I am what I am
What that chorus say again?
Look

I'm a little sick man
Tryna get a hundred bands
I'ma do it with my style
Give a fuck about your opinion
Judge me with them fucking eyes
While I show you how to live
Shorty hit me that she wild
I'ma take it to the crib

Yeah, Ballarinas where I found my wife
She was Russian, no discussion, yeah, she played me twice
Damn, DJ Lyssin got it jumping', right?
Knows the hustle, crack the puzzle, make that money nice
Pay her in advance, that's just my request
Morimoto with a local, she got my respect
I know we're poppin', gyal and rocky, romantic romance
Is it game or is it plain? Let me test the test
I feel like I'm the best, that's just how I'm set
Fuck a nigga and his hittas, got that mamba set
Pin position, you can dismiss it, that's not where I am at
You can take it, or you can leave it, but I'ma advance, yeah

I'm a little sick man
Tryna get a hundred bands
I'ma do it with my style
I give a fuck about your opinion
Judge me with them fucking eyes
While I show you how to live
Shorty hit me that she wild
I'ma take it to the crib



Credits
Writer(s): Ty Bjorn Bennett-reid
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