Hustle XL

[Verse 1: Nick XL]
Murder-suicide, I don't just want you to die
Smell in here is putrid, why you moving like computer guys?
Look at me with skewered eyes, time to find a new disguise
I can be your Judas if you losers want a new demise
Ain't out here crushin' pussy cause shit is different now
Man, all these women want a ticket like a cinephile
Ain't got the will for that, you're better kickin' rocks
No Jada kisses, I'm diggin' ditches and splittin locks
I'm on your roof like an imp on a hill
You were washed in 2020, think you brilliant still
I'm a peaceful motherfucker scraping bills for a grill
But I can dump it in your window like I'm Jimmy McGill
I hate all you sons-a-bitches like I'm Hitman Hart
I'm like a light inside the tunnel when I flick that dart
Your delusions are the grandeur you won't hit that chart
If you ain't settin' any standard then don't hit that mark
Keep them words inside your mouth until it outwardly burns
Flow a vein like its a fountain now your house is an urn
Yeah you talk about it bout it but your house isn't earned
I Warned you bitches like I'm Fauci but you're doubting the words
Got the bag and I'm about to curl it out like a perm
I want every red cent in your account and your firm
Hit the Coinstar and put her in my mouth like a germ
Then watch you pouting cause you showed the wrong amount of concern, pussy

[Interlude: Sample]
"My- my- my cousin Nick
Y'all wanna hear another story about my cousin Nick?"

[Verse 2: Nick XL]
2 bi shorties, that's double the rainbow
Bitch we're not fuckin, I'm suckin' this dang toe
Got a pyre in my pocket but walk with a saint glow
I can put a horn inside a halo
I'm a peaceful motherfucker but you duck when I stop
I hit LA cold as ICE, pointin' guns at the cops
You ain't mackin' you just jammin', when you buck its a flop
I hit your baby with the cue and touch her brush with a brot
Fold your hands and say a prayer for me
Grandma isn't dead yet but she be hatin' on me
Young Eskimo, I'm poppin' out the bank like a fee
With blue dye all on my face like I was fading my jeans
I enjoy that shit you poppin', but you aim it at me
I'll have you folded on the pavement like I tranqued a trapeze
Then cut your leg at the knees
Blowing gas so my fragrance like a pagan had sneezed
Rappers sound like delicate wine moms
Productive with the Martian, sub sound like its 9 doms
Show up at his wake and throw a pipe in the pine box
I criticize your growth like a diet for timecops
Spin her like a dreidel then I Israel pussy
This hustle on XL, I'll pull the pin when you push me
And bitch I still excel, I'm duckin the debt (still)
I'm tuggin her breast (still), I'm one of the best (still)
I'm under your breath (still), I'm under your bed (still)
You signed you a dead deal then called it a red pill
I'm walkin' on Funk Flex while tuckin' a damn drill
And blowing my shit smooth, my record is gon' sell

[Outro: Sample]
"You see, I told y'all my cousin Nick is a very smart
And curious guy, but I guess sometimes
He acts more curious than he does smart, aha"