Hustle Lyrics

Pipe that shit up TNT

Stepped up out the bubble, had to up the game

And hustle, Chillin with the gang, no I never stop

CNG we gon' make shit rumble, get the pack and never fumble

Yeah we up here and we livin' on the top

I remember days that I was broke and I ain't had no chains

Yeah your pussies went and told and went against the grain

Candy necklace gang, gotta be the only gang

That me and Jack and Brando motherfuckin' claim

Swear to God we all gon' pull up with them fuckin' thangs

Got that 223 or 556, I let it rain

Guarantee I'm fuckin' bout it, what the fuck I'm sayin

If I rap about it then I live it, what I'm sayin

brand new beamer 350, I don't really give no fuck

I pull up on him, get litty, and these bitches goin' crazy

Yeah they showin' me titties, yeah they wanna give me kitty

I'm like hell nah you biddy, I can't trust no thot

And I can't love no bitch, guarantee I pull up on him with a lot of sticks

I got the AR MAC 11, yeah they finna hit

And candy necklace gang, the only gang I'm fuckin' with

Like fuck you bitch

Stepped up out the bubble, had to up the game

And hustle chillin' with the gang, no I never stop

CNG we gon' make shit rumble, get the pack and never fumble

Yeah we up here and we livin' on the top

Remember all those nights where I ain't even get no sleep

Kept me up at night, grindin' seven days a week

Just tryna find my peace, cause my mind is at war

I got all these opps that keep knockin' on my door

People always told me I would never be nothin

Now I pull up in that foreign and I'm stuntin

Oppositions see me comin' and they runnin

Cause they know we always really up to somethin

Yeah we on your block, keep the shit hot

I got two two threes, Glocks, no none of em got stocks

Ayy, thirty clips in this bitch, you know we turnin' hot

Cause know we always bein' nothin' but self taught

I'm trappin' out the shit, you know I'm sellin' pounds

RIP my dude Isaac, know he in the ground

Weighin' on my heart heavy, know I step it light

These motherfuckers always tryin' talk shit out of spite

You know they mad, know they see me comin' up

Middle finger to the sky, you know I ain't give a fuck

Ayy, lil' mama tryna chill, I'm just tryna fuck

Opposition mad cause they runnin' outta luck

Stepped up out the bubble, had to up the game

And hustle chillin' with the gang, no I never stop

CNG we gon' make shit rumble

Get the pack and never fumble

We out, we up and we livin' on the top