Dead
All you bitches dead
All you bitches dead
Yeah
Dead yeah yeah
All these hoes dead
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead
All you bitches dead yeah yeah
All these hoes dead
Too hot
I stay with the heat
All you bitches dead
All you bitches dead
Yeah, yeah
All these hoes dead
They want hiphop to die
But I'm just saving her life
Screen record my live
Top Ten, I'm top Five
I wake up and pregame
Next day, do the same thing
Rainy day, I make it rain
I'm chasing fortune, they chasing fame
I'm the one they been waiting on
In the booth where I laid on
You know the name, don't say wrong
All these jewels, I ain't gotta pawn
Real nice with the footwork
Reading hoes, so I book work
Madison Square Garden
Blooming out that dirt dirt
How they gon' see me with them lashes
Finish line, I'm past it
Need a whole zip, jacket
Before you ship it, wrap it
Do it on the regular
I'ma show them what the fuck gas is
Do it on the regular
Move move, move out the way
I'm in this bitch, now she pregnant
Show em, like a segment
For the vibes, we masked up
My life a movie, I act up
Yeah, I act up
All of you hoes is back up
So back up, bitch
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Too hot, stay with the heat
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Don't come out of your boca
Hablando de cosa
Yo soy loca
Y a mi me toca
We livin' the life
I'm Benjamins wife
Bet I be high
By the end of the night
Been doin' this, they ain't doin' shit
I'm killin' it
Big shit, elephant
With niggas that carry a slugger
Hoes plastic, they rubber
Yeah, I'm blowin' they cover
Nah, nigga
You can't get my number
Who got the juice? I got the juice
Siempre gana, I never lose
Come mi fruta, eat the fruit
He like me in colors, I'd rather be nude
I'm bat shit, get ratchet
Ain't talkin' bout my race
But nigga, I'm blacking
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Too hot, I stay with the heat
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
All you bitches dead
Yeah
Dead yeah yeah
All these hoes dead
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead
All you bitches dead yeah yeah
All these hoes dead
Too hot
I stay with the heat
All you bitches dead
All you bitches dead
Yeah, yeah
All these hoes dead
They want hiphop to die
But I'm just saving her life
Screen record my live
Top Ten, I'm top Five
I wake up and pregame
Next day, do the same thing
Rainy day, I make it rain
I'm chasing fortune, they chasing fame
I'm the one they been waiting on
In the booth where I laid on
You know the name, don't say wrong
All these jewels, I ain't gotta pawn
Real nice with the footwork
Reading hoes, so I book work
Madison Square Garden
Blooming out that dirt dirt
How they gon' see me with them lashes
Finish line, I'm past it
Need a whole zip, jacket
Before you ship it, wrap it
Do it on the regular
I'ma show them what the fuck gas is
Do it on the regular
Move move, move out the way
I'm in this bitch, now she pregnant
Show em, like a segment
For the vibes, we masked up
My life a movie, I act up
Yeah, I act up
All of you hoes is back up
So back up, bitch
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Too hot, stay with the heat
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Don't come out of your boca
Hablando de cosa
Yo soy loca
Y a mi me toca
We livin' the life
I'm Benjamins wife
Bet I be high
By the end of the night
Been doin' this, they ain't doin' shit
I'm killin' it
Big shit, elephant
With niggas that carry a slugger
Hoes plastic, they rubber
Yeah, I'm blowin' they cover
Nah, nigga
You can't get my number
Who got the juice? I got the juice
Siempre gana, I never lose
Come mi fruta, eat the fruit
He like me in colors, I'd rather be nude
I'm bat shit, get ratchet
Ain't talkin' bout my race
But nigga, I'm blacking
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle
Hustle hustle hustle hustle
It's my time
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
Too hot, I stay with the heat
All you bitches dead, all you bitches dead
Yeah yeah, all these hoes dead
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Writer(s): Justine Magomo
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