Hustling All Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Meech [Verse 1: Beno & Drego] Lil boy you ain't heard? My plug from San Antonio, I think he play with the Spurs Thirty-three bitches, just like Larry Bird I'm sippin' a six, my nigga Skuba be slurred I had to wash my hands, the residue off the work Man I said you're good with your lips, she said you're good with your words I'm lookin' myself up lil bitch to see just how much I'm worth I'm start up my day with that cookie blunt and the syrup She startin' off her day with some good dick and the perc Oh baby girl you ain't heard? we pushin' this work I'm loaded on beams, sixty thou be the work I swear she expensive, it's five thousand her purse [Verse 2: GT] Back up young dog, this not what you think White buffs look like I chipeed 'em off the sink I flip two times a week, that's Tennessee Lately I been huggin' the rod, I can't sleep We buyin' it all, we blowed it on you boys Niggas been too quiet, we been makin' all the noise I'm tryna hide my face, I'm on the 'Hound Came back with eighty racks, ain't make a sound Turn around on the blues, double up, that's on the food I fuck with the herb too, I get that for twenty-two Probably won't see me if this bag touch But you might just see me 'cause I'm actin' up I get paid on the third from before the first I made hella plays before I ever wrote a verse Calculations every day, put my money first That nigga ratted on his mans, I don't know what's worse, nigga [Chorus: Drego, GT & Beno] Them hitters hit you in broad day, been thuggin' since hallways Money long as a hallway, made it off dog plays Forty tucked in the Balmains, I give you a bald fade Really some road runners, should be in the hall of fame We really be pole clutching, I up at you running man You up it on Instagram, we ride in your crib fam I know some young wild niggas that really don't give a damn Just talked to big unc, he out in Cali, he tapped me in Them hitters hit you in broad day, been thuggin' since hallways Money long as a hallway, made it off dog plays Forty tucked in the Balmains, I give you a bald fade Really some road runners, should be in the hall of fame