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omelly - hustle lyrics

[hook]
i hustle, i hustle, i hustle
everything i got, i got from the muscle
i hustle, i hustle, i hustle
and when the bands come in you don’t know who the f-ck to give trust to
i hustle, i hustle, i hustle
do it for the real brick layers that’s five percenters when they come through
i hustle, i hustle, i hustle
and if i can’t get money with you f-ck n-gga it’s f-ck you

[verse 1]
n-ggas broke and they mad, i’ll never go broke n-gga
i throw the c0ke in the bag, i got to take care of my folks n-gga
catch me sliding on a four wheeler
in my hood i’m known as a dope dealer
whole team get paper no joke n-gga
f-ck around my n-ggas get smoked n-gga
these n-ggas is mad that i just started rapping, i’m getting these shows and they not
this rap sh-t is popping my trap sh-t is popping i’m still throwing o’s in the pot
whipping the sh-t ’til it lock, my pockets is sitting on knots
these n-ggas be hating these b-tches be waiting i’m just gon’ call it a night
you know i move all of the white, me and you nothing alike
i pop on this perc and i swig on this lean, d-mn i done dirtied my sprite
cooking them bricks and popping them pistols now i’m telling you my life
cooking them bricks and popping them pistols god d-mn it if this ain’t life

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m posted on the block with it, all i know is trap life
four n-ggas and they creeping on me, i’m bet i’ll spin them with the mac twice
put the dope in the minute rice, got a hand with the c0ke man i’m so nice
we sip the drink by the whole pint, n-gga no sprint no ice
i got a pistol in hand it ain’t no [?] man i’m with a clique full of low lives
hope you got a brick in your hand cause you ain’t selling me grams i told a f-ck n-gga no dice
hustling all a n-gga know, i be cooking it up and let it go
for you n-ggas informing sh-t we catch them and stone them you p-ssy n-ggas got to go
i don’t f-ck with these rap n-ggas sneak dissing
catch them i’mma clap n-ggas i ain’t with it
push it like you got your head bust
can’t go to war with us unless your bread up
every since a youngin’ i’ve been hustling
doing everything from the muscling
still plugged down with the mexicans
i’m the man with the grams i be stretching sh-t

[hook]

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