The Hustle Lyrics

No one can beat me

On top and as i hold my pee pee

I got the keefe

A long way from cooking chichis

Up in a cot

Summer time a hot box

Now find a hot timali

Knock the dust out her ass

I'm the one that puts the flame in the fire

Plus run these jungles like i got the eye of the tiger

What's popping on your strip

That gum you chewing on you duesh bag

Split your whole coop in half

On grills like a root canal

Whole crew devoured

Yall losers suck

That boy world chewed them up

Mixtape blowing up

Now watch the homie cook the shit up in a pan

Only coke that's bubbling there

Coming fresh out the soda can

Now yall wondering

How do i do this

Man you couldn't see me

With your camera lens zoomed in

Ball hard so nigga

Fix me a bigger plate

Get to the eating

Your hot broad she my dinner date

Let's have a toast for me

Yeah i'm ill

Talk foul leave your jaw broke

The future like raw dope

Wheres the paraphernalia

Here's a needle

Dirt nap betting that eagle

Taring ya knees up

Go get your squad

And find a dude i aint better than

The new reckoning

Want news I'm your weather man

Going for the top

I'm the head man

That's why they working up a sweat like a headband

Rude boy set up shop

And I'm sipping lean

You just a college boy

I call shots like the college dean

Pretty boy on twat

Like her tightest jeans

Cumming hard

Wipe it all off like im mr clean

Fuck a used car

Yeah i want the new coop

Ball on yall block

Them goons loose turn ya fruit loops

Hustle just to get it gotta do it man

A couple hundred bands

About to show you how to do it man

This a must

That boy world a keeper

Wearing stripes to name

No shell top adidas

Wearing jos

Somebody please pass the yayo

Taking too long

You tripping I'm like ayo

On your last ci

I'm a brand new pack

You washed up

Like old clothes in a laundry bag

Think i oughta bomb his ass

And no dumb ass will miss you

So much bread

You need a mathematician yeah

Getting green

Make the shorties get thirsty

Now she down low

Sucking like its icys slurping

All that's needed is some room service

Fresh fruit on a plate

A tight dress and her boobs perking

Money here been getting it up

The goal more weight

Than what you see in a pick up truck

You chump

Going hard within a year

Team should get a ring

Let loose with that thing boy

Get peeled like potato skin

Yall pg boy this rated r music

The game like my bad bitch

Fucking her with no lubricant

Cocaina got that scarface

Don't get in your feelings

Otherwise leave them dog faced

Rude boy set up shop

And I'm sipping lean

You just a college boy

I call shots like the college dean

Pretty boy on twat

Like her tightest jeans

Cumming hard

Wipe it all off like I'm mr clean

Fuck a used car

Yeah i want the new coop

Ball on yall block

Them goons loose turn ya fruit loops

Hustle just to get it gotta do it man

A couple hundred bands

About to show you how to do it man