Hustling ft. Caesar Lyrics

I've really been hustling hard

German whip that's pushed to start Worked more, see a rise in the graph

I had to send out my runner to graft Bagging up in the kitty's yard

Stacking up till it's high like the shard But first I gotta pay my staff

No ticks, give me cash, not cards They're not a hundred, they're half

They said they're on me, I laugh Trust me, it's gonna be dark

I got iron like Tony Stark Got that park tough in the park

I'ma pull up with heat, no scarf Trust me, you're gonna be harmed

Externally or internally scarred Just know when I pull up, I'm armed

Two legs, you ain't gonna go far Stop me, you won't have a chance

Body got my guys, we'll charge Two G's from Italy, not France

Confetti makes guys break dance Dance, dance, dance, dance

Before you get turned to rance Stop, get left in the dust

Switch up the lane, that's a must I got bread, but the man got crust

You know these blades still shave with rust I'm in my elbows in trunks

One wrong move, you'll hear it bust I lean out the rail like Russ

With this hat bag, the man really go nuts

I've really been hustling hard German whip that's pushed to start

Work more, see a rise in the graph I had to send out my runner to graph

Bagging up in the kitty's yard Stacking up till it's high like the Shard

But first I gotta pay my staff No ticks, give me cash, not card

They're not a hundred, they're half They said they're on me, I laugh

Trust me, it's gonna be dark I got iron like Tony Stark

Got that park tough in the park I'ma pull up with heat, no scarf

Trust me, you're gonna be harmed Externally or internally scarred

Can't stop for drinks with this thing in my pants Like postman, but I'm dishing out packs

Swerving a German, hitting my gaps Doing my speed on the way to the flats

I gotta watch out for the boys in blue Cause the boys in blue will take mankind

Tho told me we need to blow So I got a new flow and I'm making it bang

This an old flow, I'm bringing it back Watch your back when I slip with the gang

Always got heat on me Wear sunscreens to hold the tan

Numbers on the line like ants Loving the few cause they come straight back

Can't go yard till I clear this pack I can't love a bitch, I love my stack

I'm still outside from times I had that bag on my hat bag

Guess them man don't want that act Them man there don't want that rack

Guys just chat and think they're bad But I know them man when they speak is capped

Guys don't know how to chat Them man there don't know how to run off a stack

Can't lose even if I lack One phone call, bros bring in a tap

Don't get twist like plats I really got killers around me straight on the tag

Get round there in a thing or a cab Let my finger itch, it will tap

Guys just think they're bad But get humbled with this habad in my hand

I really been hustling hard German whip, that's push to start

Work more, see a rise in the graph I had to send out my runner to graph

Bagging up in the kitty's yard Stacking up till it's high like the sharp

But first I gotta pay my staff No thanks, give me cash, not card

They're not a hundred, they're half They said that on me, I laugh

Trust me, it's gonna be dark I got iron like Tony Stark

Got that fucked up in the park I'ma pull up with heat, no scarf

Trust me, you're gonna be harmed Externally or internally scarred

Just know when I pull up, I'm armed Two legs, you ain't gonna go far

Stop me, you won't have a chance Body got my guys, we'll charge

Two G's from Italy, not France Confetti makes guys break dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance Before you get turned to rants

Stop, get left in the dust Switch up the length, that's a must

I got bread, but the man got crust You know these blitz don't shave with rust

I make my elbows in trunks One wrong move, you'll hear it bust

I lean out the rail like Russ With this habad, I'ma really go nuts