Hustlin

First I get the dutch then I let it crack

Guess it's Fried-day: no Rebecca Black

I keep a red bone, she be Esther bad

I'm on my dime shit, you rock with nickel bags

I hustle real hard, city on my back

Capital Star, Virginia's on the map

Bottle my emotions but speak a lotta trash

Hottest flow period, bleedin' on the pad

That liquor got these niggas trippin like they really want it

I'm like a Castro in a battle, silence my opponents

To a science, my flow ridin' like I'm fuckin' towin'

I like my hoes with no clothes, always open

Be actin' like I'm holdin', notice I ain't throwin bands

Dough long, go from Palm to Palm: no holdin' hands

Palm Beach to Palm Springs, I don't know romance

Try and get yer ass beat, I don't know romance

Tryna start it, scopin' targets, you a pussy fam

Must be diggin' themselves a grave like that cooking dance

I swear to Lord, I just want bills but I'm no pudding fan

Yea'int a baller and he ain't one too: Mr. Cunningham

Give a fuck who fuckin with me, I'm the sickest in my city

Grabbin bitches titties, I want 50's, not no pennies

Diamond-clustered jewelry, stackin' dough up to the ceiling

I wake up to a beds of ice, like she was tryna steal a kidney

ChopUp bring that knock out, fuck who bring the cops out

Bitch, I gotta foul mouth, kids I ain't no Bow Wow

Chop will stomp ya spark out, we will bring them cars out

Bet it stop ya ballin' like that NFL lockout

Nigga what you talkin' bout? AK with that long snout

Walkin' with yo arms out, we won't go the calm route

Niggas act like broads now, fishscale, I'm that raw now

Tryna get close, might as well jump out that window, like you Ron Browz

Please don't bring no law 'round, Lexus with that large house

Talkin' with that loose mouth, we will knock yo jaw out

Shouts to my Jerz niggas, the ones that don't be shore bound

Real-bangin', they be slangin' Sammy Sweethard and her Ron now

ChopUp about that act, whip that's black on black

This real shit for ya ear, put all that on wax

Got that Hooters mentality, I'm never callin' back

You will never get ta work, if you ain't comin' with a rack

Same ol' shit just a different game

Y'all niggas spectators, ho, I'm up in the paint

Y'all niggas is my sons, go 'head follow the leader

Spittin' that Bobby Brown, you Bobby Kristina

I hustle, hustle, hustle hard

You hustle, hustle, hustle soft

I hustle, hustle, hustle hard

You hustle, hustle, hustle soft