Husla Baby Lyrics

I grew up in a tough neighborhood

And we used to say

You can get further with a kind word and a gun

Than you can with just a kind word

And in that neighborhood it might have been true

And sometimes reputation follows you

I'm a hustler, baby, fuck, you pay me

Me and my niggas been checking shit in through customs lately

And we got all type of hammers, one might snuff your lady

My shorty walk 'em down baby with his little .380

When I'm outside with my brothers, bitch it's do or die

Robbing a nigga look like me? that's a suicide

This grown man on my hip, that's a .45

You keep it on you where I'm from, that's how you survive

Playing, you gon' die

Nine-one-one, them people calling, they say shots fired

Ruger kicking, leave him twitching on the dark side

Ain't no kick flipping when I mention how I dark slide

This finger itching, he gon' miss it, it's a dark ride

Can't trust nobody, people fishy, it's a dark time

Promise my babies we gon' make it, it's a dark climb

Nobody safe in your direction when I spark mine

Play with they name and you gon' miss it, how I heart mine

That's why them niggas hiding

They know if we pop out, somebody dying

We done hit they block so many times, they scared to stand outside

These blocks off limits, niggas gotta get permission just to ride

If we war, we war forever, Ain't no forgiveness from my side

We stand on business, they gon' crumble when that pressure get applied

Slide on us like we on buss, that's like committing suicide

God forever in my soul, but you see demon in my eyes

Play with your life if you want, that's on Big Pete, that boy gon' die

It's gon' be a cold summer, bring a sweater

Slide through the blocks, I'm like your pops, I'm spanking shit with metal

We been hitting niggas and they shit to me, that's nothing special

I'm God, most dangerous angel

I'm trying to kill the devil, they won't let me at him

We been solid since babies, my boys ain't never switching sides

I'm stacking paper, baby, I ain't really in the pickin' sidea

Whatever bought to the table, me and my people gon' divide

Whatever you ask from this side, me and my people gon' supply

Sticking by the ones who ain't fold when that pressure got applied

The ones who always told the truth when the world was telling lies

The ones who always held me close when I was hiding all the cries

Keeping my head to the skies and my eyes on the prize

I'm a hustler, baby, fuck, you pay me

Me and my niggas been checking shit in through customs lately

And we got all type of hammers, one might snuff your lady

My shorty walk 'em down baby with his little .380

When I'm outside with my brothers, bitch it's do or die

Robbing a nigga look like me? that's a suicide

This grown man on my hip, that's a .45

You keep it on you where I'm from, that's how you survive

Playing, you gon' die

I'm a hustler, baby, fuck, you pay me

Me and my niggas been checking shit in through customs lately

And we got all type of hammers, one might snuff your lady

My shorty walk 'em down baby with his little .380

When I'm outside with my brothers, bitch it's do or die

Robbing a nigga look like me? that's a suicide

This grown man on my hip, that's a .45

You keep it on you where I'm from, that's how you survive

Playing, you gon' die