Hustlers ft. Chapo Lyrics

Alright E

Playing all the tricks in my bag

I'm a finesser

Everybody say I'm hard worker

And a hustler

Gotta get this bread and stack this bag

To the next one

See the things I watch in my life

I'm a checker

Get him in his place

Yea stop him just for nothing

Ready to lose everything

I'm playing on my function

Black out on my birthday party

Brother stop his guessing

Always looking down on me

Let's see who do it the next one

See you on the next one

Imma see you on the next one

Yea yea

Block

Blocking oh my lock in lean

Hurten soldier robbing feins

Never coming back

So why we speak on it

My mind in peace

Bro what you told me

Opp is dead so show me

Trynna get a payment with no proof

You so funny

In pieces

Breathing in

Gasping

Oh he chocking

Hit this shi with fire in it

Method of the coping

Pyramids is what we build

Destroy me cause you trynna kill

Messed up in his head

So he raised like jackal

Look a prey in his eyes

break him out his shackles

World is covered in them lies

I wish I never knew it

Miss it when them days was young

And it was less shootings

Always bombing other country's

The Wrongs one's who be loosing

This Chapo on the beat

I came in the studio like 7 this morning

Ready to kill shit

Lets go

Rolling up exotica feeling just like Chief Keef

Niggas think I fear them

Nigga you should fear me

Walking down the wrong block get you hit with a Big B

(Damn, fuck)

She I mean a Big G, the G stand for the glock I got a .45 and a .23

And you know that we get active

I got shooters in the whip and we ain't on our way to practice

And if we was you wouldn't know, we would have our hoods on and our masks up

Not on the court but in the field, so you cant even call for backup

You boys soft like charmin

Ultra-Soft

You can't fuck with me

Ahh

Pulled up to the studio, in this bitch just me and E

We on a track together like two .40's, clicking-blowing heat

Take the drum out then reload it, bend the corner hit that street

2 times ain't enough, I'm Jordan gon get me a 3-peat

Shoot my shot like my name Steph, I look away know I ain't missing

Trying to get my dick sucked stupid it ain't no kissing

Want me to eat her box she for the streets, who she think she kidding

Treat my nina like my sidepiece, finger-fuck she spinning

You dub me in the past, don't come back around now that I'm winning

Act like I don't know you because I don't, why you can't listen

VVS' on my neck and wrist, watch that shit glisten

Came up from the bottom, now I ball, Grant Hill on the Pistons

Might go and fuck a model in the hills, call me Blake Griffen

My turn

Blame griffin

These wheels is spinning

Whip is tinted

Aston pimping

Pick a model up

And I tell her ain't no fucking kissing

Only thing amusing me

Is a switch glitching

Only thing that's getting to my head

My bro missing

Empty out the gun

mad my ma choose a good man

Never want to pick my life

So I pick who living

Cut of the resource

Cut off the acting

Your crew full of bitches

Why the fuck you alway cappin'

All the things I said to you

I break you down

Say fuck your rules

Controlling all the people

How you get through your meaning

Had to cut you out of a life

Where you can't really need em