Imma Hustla (W.C.Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ca$his] Yeah It's Bogish, baby! Look at that (yeah), smoking that Fuck with me! [Hook: Ca$his] I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know And when you hit the ground I'mma roll [Verse 1: Ca$his] You know that, uppercuts to repercussion for suckers bluffing Tie e'm up, stuff him in the trunk, with the speakers bumping My speech is rugged, it's cooking coke on the easy oven Drunk, bumping Eazy-Duz-It, smoking on my weed in public Attitude is fuck it, pullin' out my dick you suck it I ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my dreams and millions And we thuggin' while you be clubbin' Your life is like an afterparty till you see niggas running Killas big as big pop slumbed in, and niggas ain't retaliating but nothing And all that hard talk was just bluffing Destined and disgusted and new niggas is not trusted If it's money, I'mma touch it, ball over it was something Niggas live frontin', but I'mma die stunin' Petrifying the pussy, I ain't worried 'bout nothing I keep my gun up by my stomach and I'm blunted Bitch, it's Bogish brand, nigga None of you pussy niggas want it, uh [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] Did all the shit, man, on my own Look at my resume, that bitch long Wish a nigga would say he put me on (It didn't work), tears in the game going strong And I've in this shit since like '02 Look at my bullshit I've been through Niggas say fuck me, fuck them too Nigga I don't give a fuck of none of them dudes I'mma hustla, get your hustla These rap bands is my customers And my trap jump, and my trap jump, and my trap jumping like double dutch These blow niggas is crazy, these DJ's fugaysie I'm a made man, you ain't made me Want meals son, you gotta pay me Ghost rider, nigga check the credit Gas man, all I spit is 91-11 Lot apologizing in the game A nigga like me unapologetic Niggas say that they real, nigga they fake as fuck, and this shit pathetic I call it like I see it, like I'm 20-20 And I tell you to your face, nigga, you niggas pussy [Hook: Ca$his] I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know And when you hit the ground I'mma roll I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know And when you hit the ground I'mma roll [Verse 3: Roccett] Come on, when Roccett be rapping, you know when that rocket be killing Yeah, my niggas is dressing all black 'cause my niggas is feelings Yeah, we slang the coke up by the polo Still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we know mo' Bitch, we got the pistols and you know we shoot at All my niggas just like Nike, all we do is duet Uh, we have your bitch for a nighter And that's your bitch so don't trip, we don't even like her Look, I'm 'bout my paper, my mully, your baby mama's a groupie My nigga snatch all your cookies, cause all y'all niggas is pussy Cause they daddies was pussy, all my niggas like Pac So nigga, don't even push me, I'm on the grind for this cheddar You surrounded my Jeddah, this little nigga was mean Used to flash my Beretta, a big shout out to my team And all of my bastards, a real west coast nigga Shout out to real nigga Ca$his, we on it [Verse 4: Crooked I] If you ain't got no paper left Better get your paper right I don't go to sleep, nigga I don't even say good night Get it day and night, I'm slinging like I'm weighing white Stay and fight buster Douglas Slay a mic, hustlers love us Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me to other suckers It's all gravy motherfucker 'cause I smother fuckers Speak the language of the streets when I'm banging beats I was slanging pieces back when Jeezy used to hang with Meech Rocking more shine on the jackas Winning bankers winning rich They nose dive, getting close lined, like I'm hanging sheets Slaughterhouse, Nickel, Joey, Crooked I, and Yaowa How a group get a symbol by the higher power Rifle power in my coup, I'm the Eiffel Tower And my host just got more toasters than a bridal shower Hear the pain in my voice when they hit the right pitch I was born in a ditch, but I'mma die rich [Verse 5: Goldie Gold] Talk to the hit, here come offbrand, watch what you're sayin' Spill gang, fuel gang, real gang, every[?] gang back up in this thang Money chaser, paper chaser, petty chaser, shellcase catcher On the notify, try my homicide Every verse, won't face your death (Hugh) Apeshit, what's up, guess what? Questions off, taking your block over [?], we don't KK [?] I'm on my watch, left posts can knock over From the king of New York, it's been very [?], I'm a [?] I piss on California, shit on the South, that's of course Back to the gooder, pass to my shooter Doo-doo-doo, y'all [?] of future Take your free benz and watch you take a stand Then boo-ya, jungler, hustle harder, muscle of the [?] Just imagine what I'd do with you daughter Manslaughter, I'mma [Hook: Ca$his] I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know And when you hit the ground I'mma roll I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know And when you hit the ground I'mma roll