WALKMAN III

[Verse 1: Gaea LaBelle]
Kissin’ pink pedals on the back of her
She turn around and tell you that she wanna real man
Whatchu sayin’
Bitch was you sayin’ when you layin' up
Makin’ meal plans
So he could come over and get a grip of the gram
Whats in the land of the forbidden
Gettin’ the gout greedy for the poor souls
No more Norbit’n
With them chickens still in line
But before you see the lights thats forbidden
Four score niggas sayin’ no more writtens

[Hook: Grim-Lock, Lance Markeith]
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't nothin’
What you doin'
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't bussin'
What you doin'
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't stuntin'
What you doin'
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't huntin’
Nigga nah
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't bussin'
Nigga nah
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't bussin’
Nigga nah
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't huntin
They like Ooh you the one who run it
Actin’ like they’on know what to do with the money
You the one who run it
Checks countin’, they only new with money

[Verse: Grim-Lock, Lance Markeith]
We’on really fuck with niggas who ain't tryna hustle
We just tryna get it off the muscle but we buck em
Fuckin’ with you when you undercover
You ain't even tryna get the shovels
But you ridin’ coy witcha boy
Poon come and scoop ya boy (I gotcha)
We got the triggers bout to really happen
Grim Lock nigga really rappin’

Ay! Niggas the one who really trappin’
I was gettin’ money we was hustlin’

I’on like you cause you ain't really hustlin’
I’on like you cause you ain't really hustlin’

[Hook: Grim-Lock, Lance Markeith]
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't bussin’
What you doin'
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't bussin'
What you doin' nigga
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't stuntin’
What you doin' nigga
We ain’t really like ya hustle nigga you ain't huntin'
Nah

[Verse 2: Lance Markeith]
And this that break down part
Still make ya’ll wait for my verses
Cause its million made steppin on it
Hundred million dollars rappin’ on it
From the voice, nigga, golden
Ice cold frozen
My heart been studded
Ice cold Ben’n and I’m buzzin’ nigga
Ya’lls like light years away from it
Yeah ya’ll just have to wait for me
Catch up nigga
Mustard on this motherfucka
Run in on this motherfucka
Gunnin' on this motherfucka
Duffel bag dump on this motherfucka
Yeah we the one run it
Actin’ like they’on know what to do with the money
Losin’ them hundreds
Yeah ya’ll ain't even usin’ them hundreds
Or your senses
Pullin’ off in a tinted
Ya’ll niggas is rented
Bitches bench it
Yeah say ya’ll ballin’, but ya’ll bench them
Yeah penny pinchin’
Proud Family we had Penny pension