Hustla
Title | Hustla |
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Artist | Trick Trick |
Album | The Landlord |
Release Date | 2011-05-01 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Nigga, I started this Goon Sqwad shit What it seem like nigga? Y'all know what it is Do what we wanna do around here Sup lil' nigga? Wassup? [Verse 1] He used to see me bendin' corners in the 6-4 Seen him at the dice game, haulin' with the hit flow Sixteen years old, nigga got a lil' paper Hold on lil' homie, lil' nigga, lil' paper Asked me what the business was, told me what he's gettin' He looked me in my eyes, what's the ticket on a chicken? I told him "thirty-two", he asked me "How much for a half?" I told him I ain't do 'em like that and this nigga laughed Told him "I tell you what", you cash out one, I'ma throw you two And when you all through, cash out three, you all hood with me Tossed the bag on the floor, he ready to do some more We counted out the dough, he ready to do four Lil' nigga laughed and say "Ready to ride", I'ma give you five And it's gon' be right, say you want some money lil' nigga Well let's see [?] [Chorus] Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler [Verse 2] Okay, now I've been gettin' money for a long time Even with a dick in shit, nigga I was on mine Never paid late, always stay G It's how this lil' nigga here, he remind me of me He appreciate the hustle, he-a go get it I ain't bullshittin' this motherfucker cold with it I asked him what he do and "Shit, I slang at these bitches" Only thing I love, homie bangin' these bitches Whatever the fuck he doin', I said "Fuck it, I'm gon' let him" Now he gettin' fifty a week, at twenty-seven And he don't give a fuck, he'll do it for thirty-three Six dollars a piece, this lil' nigga's a beast I ain't mad at it, nigga got his balls strapped on They lost it for a minute, now they all back on Whole team back strong, but somethin' ain't right One of his soldiers got hit last night, he a motherfuckin' hustler [Chorus] Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler [Verse 3] No matter how many this nigga paying I'm neglected to mention that I ain't school him to the game I figured I ain't have to, he had a clientele He want what I'm sellin', I figured shit, might as well That's a bad move, shit, it was my fault So what if the nigga that I been servin' get caught And he decide to talk, and give 'em my name Gotta do what I do to niggas, I'm thankful to the game Now I'm paranoid, he keepin' it one hunnid Tellin' me everything, I'm thinking this nigga frontin' What they ask a lil' homie? Did they ask 'em 'bout me? He looked me in my eyes, "Hell naw, OG" "Lil' homie don't know that I been gettin' this from you" I believe you lil' nigga, so this what you gotta do Go and bail him out, ask him what was said But before he get to answer put a bullet in his head You a motherfuckin' hustler You might also like[Chorus] Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler [Outro] Y'all niggas better open your eyes Start schoolin' these lil' niggas They don't know the game Anybody could bang (What!) (Goon Sqwad, and ya don't stop) (Trick Trick, and ya don't stop) (DOC, and ya don't stop) (Young Shine, and ya don't stop) (Shoutout to DOC, nigga [?], what up?) Put it in the middle and drop it on a one, boy (Hahaha) |