Hustler Lyrics

Hustler lyrics

(feat. Chink Santana)


Yo yo yo

(hustler baby)

Oh

No

(hustler baby)

Oh

No

(hustler baby)



[verse 1:]



Deep in the cut

With the chrome on the thrown

Down in Decatur

Where the haters get shown

Ride around the spots 

Where the pot gets grown

Now Im feelin blowed

Smoke by the zone

Misfit dudes by the rules reapply

Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high

Brand new 22 shoes on the ride

Gotta get blatta tatted

Hit up green rise



[hook:]



So Im ridin down this long country road

Followin rainbows

Tryna reach us in gold

I gotta grind hard

Til this shit gets sold

Just sit back relax 

N watch it unfold

So Im gone hit up the studio

Write about 24

Til these hits get throwed

Cash checks

Get a boat

Betta keep it afloat

Dont end up bankrupt and broke



[chorus:]



Ima hustler baby

(hudstler baby)

Im on the grind

And down for mine

Ima hustler baby

(hustler baby)

Gotta get the abs

And get that cash

Ima hustler baby

(ima hustler baby)

Im accusin peeps

Gotta stack my cheese

Ima hustler baby

Ima hustler

(ima hustler baby)



[verse 2:]



Oh

Now we deep on the creep

Down in Martin Luther King

Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean

Gotta hit the scene

So fresh so clean

In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans

Cash rules everything around me

CREAM

My whole teams favorite color is green

Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen

Never estimate

Get weighed by the beam



[hook and chorus]



[Chinks rap:]



Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club

(uh huh)

Fresh to death

Nigga pourin it up

(yea)

All the killaz straight showin me love

And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck

(wantin to fuck)

They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit

Im caped up

Plus I love to slang dick

Up in the alley in the aston vain wish

?

Until I make they fuckin brains ?

Look shawty im dangerous

Yo nigga hate me

Cause you prolly his main bitch

Fuck who you came wit

Let me explain this

I prefer the block

But ill pop the stainless

Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow

Bitches shoot what they started

Askin can they go

Hell yea my nigga Lloyd

These hoes is G'd up

And they down to fuck 

So roll that weed up



[chorus]