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$idthakid - no sucka shit lyrics

[intro: $idthakid]
yeah, it’s the kid!
yuh!

[hook: $idthakid]
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it

[verse 1 : $idthakid]
yeah
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
always living on the edge
but never fret, i build a bridge instead
most others scared of lookin’ down the ledge
but i gamble with my life that’s why on me they place the bets
all cause i started from the bottom, like that lil boi from toronto
climbed so high up, like sopranos
for the kids i am the role modеl
been a g, no cap, open bottle
number sеven in the letters, that’s my motto
stay on point just like some shottas
screamin’ out “middle fingers to the coppers”
[verse 2: rick ross]
hunnid stacks on the watch
hunnid blocks on the dot
ricky ross, new whip, tennis shoes and the socks
i’m up in secret city, yeah dat boi got the bling on
and you better hit the phone, them bricks sellin’ like ringtones
i’m steppin’ out fresh, i’m steppin’ out clean
my n+gga yung mob, dough boy, and dpc
when i’m up in the d
we gon’ stunt like a dog
my n+ggas drop outta school
but we subject to ball
don’t worry bout the crackers cause the crackers ain’t sharp
how i’m lookin’ in the phantom, b+tch you know that i’m the mob
see the grill in the front
might get the feelin’ to flaunt
f+ck how you feelin’
ricky ross, i get a million a month
i’m so mob, so mob
how i get it, so mob
pullin’ up to the trap fresh off a bl+w j+b
yeah, dem thousand dollar jeans, p+ssy n+gga tell that
if you waitin’ on a sack, boy just hit my cell back

[verse 3: $idthakid]
yeah just hit my cell back
need a feature? gimme a rack
but it’s free if i f+ck witchu
flow hardwood i make it crack
yeah i’m all about my cheese, but don’t got respect for no rats
been hustlin’ since a teen i ain’t never cap in my raps
cause honesty is the policy
and honestly it’s astonishing that liars just try polishing the truth in the booth for compliments
stop with this falseness, talkin’ sh+t wit all dem cl!cks, or ima target these mockin’ pr+cks
c+cky, like you poppin’ sh+t, but in a minute floppin’ quick, james harden
i’m rockin’ kicks, laced up, michael jordan
i’m ballin’, got fentanyl in my style, ain’t harmless
a warning sign for you bloggers
y’all think you sl!ck wit dem comments
rick ross and i we some bosses
better hope that we just don’t cross ya
no between the legs, no double crossin’
don’t want no problems, go hakuna matata on em
i do it big, mama proud
and my glasses got prada on it
and i’m diabolical on a track, i just body with pride i own it
i go in, like i dive in oceans
but the sky be my focus, i’m gone
[hook: $idthakid]
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it
hustlin’ no sucka sh+t
i can’t get enough of it

- idthakid lyrics

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