Rules To Hustlin’

[Hook]
Pistols? We pop em'
Bricks? We cop em'
We break em' down and send them to the block and let the junkies rock em'
Money? We get it
And real niggas flippin'
We kickin' a little knowledge so you young niggas get it
From the streets to the cells, you better play this game right
Cause' one false move man that shit'll make you lose your life
There's rules to this hustlin' cause' niggas come from strugglin' and all we know is bubblin'

[Verse 1]
In the morning I wake up
Then I roll an eighth up
My bitch put on her makeup cause' it's time to get our cake up
Its fast life we livin', no time for chillin'
Its a hundred plus killings and I'm out here ducking prison cause' I got a Glock on my lap
Lil Cook from the trap
And I made it out that bitch and them niggas don't like that
So they pillow talking with bitches
The workers turned to snitches
But all my clips extended if you want it come and get it
And I ain't running from no problems and I ain't duckin' none either
But before you start that violence nigga gotta get your cheese up
In the town right now, a choppa cost a rack and I'm prepared to spend this bread to put a nigga on his back
So I have Lil J in the room now I got some problems I'm coming to get you I got my chopper you got your block
Nigga we sliding through to kill you
We brothers but from different mothers bang for blocks fuck colors my niggas about trouble
You ain't on my side fuck em'

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[Verse 2]
I'm balling on they bitch ass
I got these niggas so mad
That Lamborghini so fast
You fucking with a top hat
I break bread with killers
My daddy was a dealer and I only fuck with strippers you don't know a nigga realer
I was the first on 22's, the first on 24's the youngest in this foreign shit, liftin' Lambo doors
Go run my name nigga bring your resume wit'chu I didn't see you in the streets when I was in the rain gettin' it
And I got it out the mud
I was sittin' on a pillow slidin' in the sideshow when niggas rolled on dubs
You ain't in my league, I don't fuck with scrubs
You the type of nigga wait in line to get in club
I pop bottles and stunt
It's Cookie Money nigga
Went from sellin' dope to sellin' hoes now a nigga eatin' off vocals
From projects to private jets while you niggas is still local
Money got me goin' loco don't get shot by this 4-4

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