Hustlers Anonymous

Lyrics

[Intro: SmooVth] (Khory) Yeah, yeah Yo, yo [Verse 1: SmooVth] Escamoles, hustlers anonymous My momma pissed, I'm always outside with some drama shit The marijuana flip, loose lips'll make a bitch slip I hit the G-spot with just a tip of the dick Banana clips Fried chicken titties with some hot sauce Honey for the biscuit, just in case some shit pop off My pig got lockjaw, my bitch ride or die Pour some beers out for all my niggas in the sky Get fly, get high off of life, enjoy the moment I did some bad shit, so they pray for my atonement I'm focused, watchin' that movie, Hocus Pocus Poof, disappear before I start pokin' I'm hopin' y'all understand that I don't like that man Tеll 'em "goodnight", leave 'еm dead in the sand But I can't 'til I formulate a master plan A hunnid grand'll turn ya whole block to Sun of Sam [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Ayo, need to be dippin' my feet deep in white sand beaches Instead I'm duckin' polices, dealin' with the dirty fiends and leeches In highschool, she gave me slow throat by the bleachers Now the Percs and Xans got me askin' where her teeth is Shit change, but fuck it, only thing that stay the same is this I remain dangerous, came in the game flamin' shit My own way, these artists got labels owin' they anuses I'm still gettin' dough off the dose and this ain't no famous shit These niggas hot trash, they all gassed off the lames they with My connects, from the stare they'll off your head with stainlesses From the drive to parkside then way out to LA with it We play for gold, like we Lakers, only labels weighin' shit On the digital, I brief piff and piss Crystal Get chips out a bitch before I pull my dick out Wanna fuck with this? The least I need is like six-thou' Memorizin' digits, never missed out, nigga [Verse 3: Hus KingPin] Yo, my gun cold, I clip you, that's on my soul, son, I lift you Cloudy dreams, coke, no lean, no codeine, blowin' D's So it seems niggas fucked up, the MAC make you buck up, huh You actin' funny these days, slime, you borrow, what? Niggas'll fold on you, rock gold on you, drop the boulder on you PSA, Wave Lord, I tried to warn you Keep buildin' niggas up, they gon' front you, huh Humble my pride, double the pies, get back Flip the shard every hour, where my wings at, huh? Simmer hundred-twenty degrees, you in that bloodbath You feel the Sun's draft? It's fly like the summer once you last, it's only moments we rehash What it felt like then? How we melt like winds? How we made lights dim? It's Wave 3000, huh