We Hustle

Lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Let me cook for a minute. Trek Gang [Verse 1: F. Mills] Fuck you and them rules that you abide by A drive-by, nah ahh Them tools scatter crews Not a dry eye, warring will ensue if I decide I Wanna take it further If I choose And ya dudes, give me side eye Petty, but my mind high And I ain't talkin' smokin' weed A Trekkie, but no sci-fi, so imma take her up with me You a sucka, so she fuck wit me It's really nothing to it Pick a bum or this luxury? This bomb, so she blowing me Cum, how I run this tongue In between her, fuck her sweet I had to cuff her, she a mean one in them jeans Put her to sleep I'm cooking got the recipe Skinny steady flushing beats Lyrics heat, these kids ain't touching me You niggas sweet Ruining ya teeth, when you speak to me These haters on a level I ain't seeing I get a better seat I'm racing big engines, y'all small But get upset wit me It's sort of like y'all livin' through the kid Shit, imma let em see My ex, playing games, I chase fame Shit, imma let her seek And hide her fucking feelings if she want Shit, imma let her be She'd rather send them signals online Shit, imma let her tweet My other chick a dime Plus it was time to get a better piece I'm gone, F. Mills [Hook:] Hustle, Hustle Fuck them hoes We hustle, hustle Fuck them hoes We hustle, hustle Fuck them hoes We, we fuck them hoes We, we fuck them hoes We hustle [Verse 2: F. Mills] We took the game by the feet, down bottom Then we lift it up Started on the street, niggas followed Then we stitched it up Bought up all the liquor, hoes swallowed Then we switched it up You ain't drinking shit for free These cars, it ain't nothing for me These bars, we can work a fee We stars, he ain't up for me Drag em through the mud, we shining Plus we sucka free Money too long and gang strong now they ducking me On the interstate, shit I be driving like a trucker be Passenger, chick riding rougher than this fucking beat Spit fire, join the team, now finally they can fuck with me C-H-I to A-T, I'm winning on these L's Yo account it don't equate me A million on these, wheeling on these Fake teams, I'm authentic Can't shake these, it takes a minute It's hard work, my car worths infinite Can't duplicate these It's hard times for these niggas So we ball major, yall fall haters Y'all seasonal, we all greater Y'all fiend for them, we call later [Hook:] Hustle, Hustle Fuck them hoes We hustle, hustle Fuck them hoes We hustle, hustle Fuck them hoes We, we fuck them hoes We, we fuck them hoes We hustle