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stotle - hustle lyrics

[intro]
where hardo at?

[verse 1]
know i keep one in the head
quick draw, you better know what i said
back in the day i had jackboys, jackin’
know how we do it off the traphone, trappin’
remember your roots
put him on the map
ain’t have no boof and i started to rap
ain’t have no proof and he started to cap
not tellin’ em sh+t
he work for the county
they on my head
like i had a bounty
you in the system
ain’t nun but a number (nun but a number)
she takin’ the wood
she call it some lumber
know that i’m shootin’
i stay with beretta
call me the [?]
just give me the letter
she said she was tired
she said she was fed up
that n+gga quittin’
i’m pickin’ his head up
caught that boy slippin’
i’m zippin’ the net up
that n+gga trippin’
he pickin’ his med up
henny i’m sippin
i’m f+ckin’ this sh+t up
n+ggas be cappin’
they f+ckin’ my cred up
and b+tches be nappin’
they f+ckin’ my bed up
fightin’ these demons they right at my neck
look at my diamonds
i got a full set
i want a rollie, ap, and a teck
callin’ me nike i stay with a check

[verse 2]
he say just do it
i say we get through it
a lot on my plate, but yeah i could chew it
wear under armour, he shoot at my chest
leavin’ me open there is no contest
when that boy see me cardiac arrest
that n+gga scary he don’t want no smoke
he like narcotics that boy sniffin’ coke
i get the paper so much that i choke
and he not a problem, we makin’ him croak
ride with the mop and we makin’ em’ [?]
i’m going ghost and i pull on my cloak
think it’s a game but we not playing sticks
movin’ that becky, servin’ them bricks
b+tches be geekin’ off the double cl!cks
i stay out the way, yeah i stay out the mix
see me in public and we takin’ flix

[verse 3]
i’ma be famous, that’s what he predicts
you n+ggas aimless, you lying for cl!cks
he in the streets
tell that boy go to school
he droppin’ out and he thinkin’ it’s cool (thinkin’ it’s cool)
he be that n+gga don’t follow no rules
party all day then he go to the pool
he need an [?] like [?]
n+gga said never
i’m janky, i’m cruddy
misunderstood, understand if i could
free that boy jefferson, that’s from my hood
my fate i’m predicting, success if i would
the hate, it’s impressed in the steps that i stood
i would if i could, but i can’t so i won’t
work like a dog, i should pant but i don’t
never show pain, that’s the rule of the man
american dad and i’m lookin’ like stan
your b+tch real bad and she got a nice blouse
[?] lookin’ like [?]
yo b+tch she bit me and i’m sayin’ ouch
ask where i f+ck her and i say the couch

outro [whisper]
your b+tch real bad and she got a nice blouse
[?] lookin’ like [?]
yo b+tch she bit me and i’m sayin’ ouch
ask where i f+ck her and i say the couch

- stotle lyrics

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