HUSTLE MODE

Lyrics

[Intro: Eddy Baker] Ayy Lil', uh, uh I'ma (Don Saulo on the track), uh Aight Yeah Lil' bitch [Chorus: Eddy Baker] Real OG, I'm original Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O Still roll around with them criminals Real playboy, I got different hoes Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult Headed to the bank to get some rolls Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode [Verse 1: Eddy Baker] Short-ass nigga but I got a big stature X3 sport mode, gotta drive faster Copped the holy Ghost, bitches thinkin' I'm a pastor Powered by a God while I'm headed to the kasbah Go Danny Phantom on a bitch, that's a Casper She didn't see my ass in three months if you ask her The shit that I'm smokin' got me spaced out like NASA The homies tryna hit it, I don't think that I'm passin' Bitch, I don't sleep, I just grind, I'm in hustle mode Always tryna kick it at my house 'cause you ain't got your own Bitch on my dick like my scent that Chanel cologne Bands in the safe in the bank 'cause my catalogue I'ma [?] skeet her Caught a couple cases, you know that I had to beat 'em Fuck your bitches up in Tulum and Rosarita I ain't reachin' out for no features 'cause I don't need 'em [Chorus: Eddy Baker] Real OG, I'm original Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O Still roll around with them criminals Real playboy, I got different hoes Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult Headed to the bank to get some rolls Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode [Verse 2: Xavier Wulf] Pull up to my niggas, we smokin' and countin' cash rolls Fans hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, I had to let it show Bitches want a trip, ain't no problem, I let 'em hit the road Bought four guns same day, I need to slow my roll Niggas talk shit all day, ain't that pitiful? Big bank take lil' bank, now it's doors closed I'm a Memphis nigga, I don't care about the peace, bro Only bad bitches 'round us, you keep a cheap ho [?] on that bitch, need I say more? I hope a bitch son come up knockin' on this here door 930 Mossberg, send 'em to the sea floor I think I'm [?] Yung how I blew up with this C4 I leave a bitch sad, now she lookin' like she Igor Saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more Niggas mad as fuck because I no longer do chores I keep a bitch for that, so be careful, it could be yours [Chorus: Eddy Baker] Real OG, I'm original Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O Still roll around with them criminals Real playboy, I got different hoes Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult Headed to the bank to get some rolls Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode