Hustler Lyrics by Lloyd

Hustler Lyrics

    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]


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