HUSTLERS ft. TheBigHomieLo & Young Buck Lyrics

One day I'll get a mansion with a swimming pool

I associate with shot-calling individuals

And ghostface killers out here who murder fools

Say you making moves but dog, I ain't heard of you

They tried to feed me to the wolves

Look what it turned me to

The one and only pack leader

You can break down my lyrics, bar for bar its

Common knowledge, I'm a rap genius

Nike Air Force Energy black sneakers

Looking fresh in a off-white polo t-shirt

Grade A's, what I'm smoking, can you smell the diesel

Every day I dance with death

Tango with the Grim Reaper

I don't sugarcoat shit, I'm authentic as they get

I be all up in the mix

I'm a natural-born hustler

I guess they thought I left the shit alone

But once again, I get a chance to prove you bitches wrong

I bury opps and send them home where they all belong

And send their families a message telling them they're gone

The big homie lo and playing uce, I got it good

Eat the type of fish you'll never find it in the hood

Catch me flippin' these pasteles at the family party

Watch my cousins get rowdy when they drink Bacardi

Island shit, not too many get to witness it

But trust me, if my people press the issue, then you feeling it

Body bag whoever don't belong here on my sovereign sweat

But quick to squeeze the trigger for my people on this Aina shit

Only shopping locals nowadays, fuck designer shit

Out here rocking all the latest slides, cause that's what's always in

Fuck the city brauds, it's time for Lo to get an island chick

To show her what it's like to have a life that we can build within

Pick the Harley up on one wheel

Told menace I'm pulling up in Compton, it's a done deal

Cookie jars keep my lungs filled

Bitch its Buckshots, pray to God that no one's killed

Brought the neighborhoods and gangsters out

A country nigga did it, that's something to think about

Still scraping the ground and low lows on these broke hoes

I got rich off the shit you put in your nose

Chopper on me when I'm sliding down Melrose

Watch for the hellos, everybody don't sell O

Khaki shorts and some long socks

Strolled down Figaro, getting a bankroll from a known thot

I don't need yours, I brought my own Glock

These pussies play with my name like I'm gon' stop

I only stayed in this game cause there's no pops

And I'm not finished popping up a few opps