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crudchapo - i hustle lyrics

[intro: crudchapo]
(mia jay c)
savv boys, n+gga
yeah
(i hear you, jay c)
talk to ’em, g

[chorus: crudchapo]
i hustle
work or the scams, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
rover or the lam’, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
ap or the patek, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
if i want it, i gotta have it, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
work or the scams, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
rover or the lam’, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
ap or the patek, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
if i want it, i gotta have it, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
[verse 1: crudchapo]
i like to bust a brick down, get it all
brodie playin’ with that naw, but bro f+ckin’ ’round with fraud
i be waitin’ on the calls, brodie waitin’ on the laws
on the stove, i’m a dog, on the road with the raw
two hundred jacks in the back, i just pray i make it back
i was just facin’ fifty, but my n+gga ain’t crack
i be misplacin’ giffies, but the glizzy in my lap
i got n+ggas in the joint that’ll catch you for a rack
one twenty+five on my neck, a light fifty on my wrist
i guess it’s worth dyin’ for, this sh+t’ll get you six bricks
i be ridin’ ’round servin’ while you laid up with a b+tch
better slap your ho on the d and make her ass get you rich, ayy
send her into stores, let her ass learn the ropes
i was tryna see a roll, young as h+ll, sellin’ soap
n+gga, i just want the pros, i ain’t tryna be the g.o.a.t.
you must miss your dead homie, you keep askin’ if it’s smoke (is it smoke?)

[chorus: crudchapo]
i hustle
work or the scams, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
rover or the lam’, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
ap or the patek, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
if i want it, i gotta have it, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
work or the scams, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
rover or the lam’, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
ap or the patek, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
if i want it, i gotta have it, i can’t pick
’cause i hustle
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i can’t pick, richard millie or the lam’ truck
real hustlers, every other week, i run a hundred bands up
forty+five racks and two straps, can’t hold my pants up
yeah, i rap, but i still be in the spot cuttin’ grams up
hutch did the watch, this what fifty bands look like
i sell weight, can’t even tell you what a hundred grams look like
seventy+five racks in all hundreds make it look light
okay, i’m finna drink a whole pint, n+gga, good night
just dropped an eight of wock’, when i wake up, i’ma pour a pop
okay, i sold a half a brick today, it’s time to close the spot
okay, that lil’ drac’ you got cool, but this an older chop
i live in the ‘burbs, i can go to sleep with the door unlocked
finna have icebox do a watch, just tryin’ sh+t
so much money comin’ in, when i get bored, i’m just buyin’ sh+t
he was movin’ slow tryna sn+tch my chain, he died quick
havin’ withdrawals, f+ck this rap sh+t, i’m finna buy a brick

- crudchapo lyrics

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