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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****in' pass

I got a short temper, watch how you talk, don't get me ****in' 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 **** 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 **** 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)