Hustler's Anthem Lyrics

Pendants for myself and Kiltec's, with some choppas and some 9's

Hustling ass trapping ass nigga put my lifestyle in a rhyme

He YSL but he a prada baby, official for a slime

Put one on top a nigga nogan buss his motha fucking mind

I was patient with you niggas, it' my motha fucking time

I'm on codeine in a bulletproof roll up and pour a line

Maybe i'm close to death my closet angels ben giving me signs, most of these ganster niggas pussy we remember them from vines

Youngest Goon two when they see this shit they press rewind

Put some cheese on this nigga taco they gone end up sliding

Get some paper nigga what time you be on

Once you get some profit all these hos gone hit your phone

I just want the businessmen to only hit my phone

Love lil bro to death so ima tell him right from wrong

I ain't dial no number fell in love with Styrofoam's

And once I run a check im putting all my niggas on

Wockisha only for my brothers, everyday im putting on

He a rapping as nigga what he on? He ain't on shit

77 for my chain know these diamonds really gone hit (Icebox)

Hop out on feet, get up real close I hit a button and I won't miss (Nah for real)

Had to tell that model hoe, give me some room because I don't kiss (Fuck on)

I ain't never wrote shit, got military shit we on some pro shit

Only bitch I need in life is wockisha but you know this

Lil bro be masked up, he ready spin all ties my nigga focused

Get some paper nigga what time you be on

Once you get some profit all these hos gone hit your phone

I just want the businessmen to only hit my phone

Love lil bro to death so ima tell him right from wrong (Nobap)

I ain't dial no number fell in love with Styrofoam's

And once I run a check im putting all my niggas on

Pendants for myself and Kiltec's, with some choppas and some 9's

Hustling ass trapping ass nigga put my lifestyle in a rhyme

He YSL but he a prada baby, official for a slime

Put one on top a nigga nogan buss his motha fucking mind

I was patient with you niggas, it' my motha fucking time

I'm on codeine in a bulletproof roll up and pour a line

Maybe i'm close to death my closet angels ben giving me signs, most of these ganster niggas pussy we remember them from vines