Hustlin

[Intro]
Nine shots in the Ruger
We goin' up (Oh, you want the smoke?)
We goin' up, wait (Oh, you want the smoke? JBangaBeats)
We goin' up

[Chorus]
Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
Niggas all talk, let's be for real
I know that you never done enough
I make the freaks pay for a kill
I turn these hoes into customers
Look at my face, I'm off a pill
Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up
Don't invite me, I'ma, uh
Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it
I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around
Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money
How they want beef and they strugglin'?
I'ma bet on myself every time
I'm too accustomed to hustling

[Verse 1]
Young nigga run that sack up
You know what to do, they act up
If I put a G on his head, then they get in the field like Green Bay Packers
Nine shots, still usin' ladders
My lil' bitch got badder
She got a man and I got a bitch, so what we do don't matter
I throw an F, I'm puttin' the Floss up
I get 'em stretched for thinkin' they all tough
We do it the best, they gotta applaud us
I got her upset, I put her friend in the Porsche truck
I need a stress reliever
I take the dope and figi to go
Trap sing like Justin Bieber
We kickin' doors, so get on the floor
You better up and leave her
She spendin' your bread and being a ho
He dumb, he must believe her
I make it a movie, she make it a show

[Chorus]
Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
Niggas all talk, let's be for real
I know that you never done enough
I make the freaks pay for a kill
I turn these hoes into customers
Look at my face, I'm off a pill
Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up
Don't invite me, I'ma, uh
Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it
I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around
Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money
How they want beef and they strugglin'?
I'ma bet on myself every time
I'm too accustomed to hustling

[Verse 2]
Featherweight, that's what it say by they resume
Let 'em hate, we send that boy to a better place
Lift 'em up, we makin' sure that boy levitate
Hop out, swish 'em, 'cause we do the swish and then set it straight
And I hit the road for another bag
Been gettin' this money, but I move in silence, ain't wanna brag
It's a go on them niggas every time, no, they ain't gettin' a fuckin' pass
I got a short temper, watch how you talk, don't get me fuckin' mad
Quick to react like I'm upper class

[Chorus]
Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler?
Niggas all talk, let's be for real
I know that you never done enough
I make the freaks pay for a kill
I turn these hoes into customers
Look at my face, I'm off a pill
Don't invite me, I'ma fuck it up
Don't invite me, I'ma, uh
Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight
Bro got the sauce, so I'm punchin' it
I like my bitches nasty, don't fuck around
Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint
I don't speak on them niggas, I'm focused on money
How they want beef and they strugglin'?
I'ma bet on myself every time
I'm too accustomed to hustling

[Outro]
(JBangaBeats)