Rap Hustlin’

Lyrics

[Intro] (MIA JAY C) (KCG, boy, you killin' 'em) [Verse 1: CashClick Boog] I just watched my dog turn to a hater, it hurt me Her head good, but her ass small, I'll pay for the surgery It's like I'm racin' to the cake, get the pape' in a hurry Let my money make more money for me, I ain't gotta worry Nigga disrespect Clip, four-nick'll drop him It be hard for me to quit the lean, I got sippin' problems I don't got shit for groupie bitches, just dick to swallow Ain't used to have shit, now I can count up a million dollars That's an awful lot of lean, let me get a swallow Just got word from your bitch you a pillow talker In the streets makin' deals, the labels ain't got no deals to offеr They let us in the club with a strap, bro concеaled the Mossberg Bitch, my Rollie dancin' Gettin' back M's from Empire and OnlyFans checks Right now I'm in the studio with Whites, he like, "You just sayin' shit" Up three hundred racks on the 'Gram, this a huge advance, man On 680 in back-to-back coupes, that's just how we playin' shit My plug say he ain't got no more juice, I'm 'bout to catch a tantrum When you hear the engine go vroom, that mean the 'Vette just vanished MIA JAY, you a fool, 'cause this beat is slammin' [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] You a cappin'-ass nigga, where them hundred bands at? This nigga really took off runnin', where my FN at? If Boog put a twenty on his head, I'm addin' ten with that Really rap, but off a fuckin' stream check, I don't depend on that This nigga actin' like a goon, I got a ten for that Ten milli', hit the nigga in his leg, now he can't feel his back Got me fucked up, I don't want nan' one of my ex-bitches back Finna drink a whole pint of Wockhardt, it's me and Midget Mack It ain't hard at all to catch an M1, just pull the trigger back Send my bitch to get this eight of Wock', she brought some liquor back I know she fuckin' with a broke nigga, she brought Swishers back The baddest bitch I know hoed me in eighth grade and I remember that We still at E crib down the street from where the 'spital at With a thick heart-shaped booty, it was pillow flat A nigga never made Da Yung OG buy his pistol back One day, my strap came up missin', that got my nigga whacked I just drunk a clean six of red and threw a Skittle back They gave unc' twelve in the feds, he threw a nickel back Me and Boogz came four, four, four, we had a sippin' match Three switches, two Dracs, and one AR, that's where we chillin' at [Verse 3: Bla\$ta] (Bla\$ta) I'm too turnt to talk to you, where the killers at? Ho, this GP, no reggie, no "Where the pickles at?" Lit a nigga 'Wood, then left resi where the ceiling at On the 'Gram, all headshots like the bitch fat V10, we can spin, I'm on run flats Me and Boog got the city, they ain't want that On the West Coast, free Rio, made the bitch scream that Huh, every time, I sip Wock', bring that one drink back My clan hardbodied, niggas softer than a beanbag I was blowin' gas 'fore a nigga had a Dreamcast In the field with them Yankees, hardball, you gotta think fast Probably a Bandicoot, he'll motherfuckin' crash Dog ain't on shit, know hella niggas you ran on Thirty with a switch, before you dodge 'em, I'ma ram home I'm known to blast a nigga with this cannon if you play it wrong North nigga all in Michigan with fifty grand on Fuck they hollerin'? I be spinnin' like the fan on This bitch gon' blow it on her knees like she prayin' wrong I'ma respect the game and put my man on I think her pussy get the wettest when a nigga bring them bands home Huh, he ain't stand up, the nigga ran home My name hot up in the streets, I left the pan on Slammed a bitch and her mama, so fuck the friendzone And you ain't score until you brought it to the end zone [Outro] (I hear you, JAY C)