Hustle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Peezy] We the syrup gang, all we do is pour All the bitches love us, all the jewelers know With some bad bitches, drinking Julio And when that bag touch, we make it Julio Seventy-five, thirty-five, the clearest raw Soon as I touch down, he gon' clear me off You don't hear what I'm saying? Nigga, hear me out Twenty band turn around, bitch, you hear me now? Got a eighth rolled, got a eight poured That's some rich nigga Sprite, it cost a bankroll Backwood stuffed with dope, look like I can't roll And free my hustle boy fam, nigga, case closed [Chorus: Peezy] Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on [Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P] I'm a boss, sell work and don't touch it Nigga, I can make a band doing nothing I'm a hustle boy, nigga, where the money? Got twenty on me now, all hundreds Fucking with the syrup gang, got me sipping lean It ain't the same without the Sprite and beans I just got connected with a kingpin Break bread with my squad, watch my team win Turn around for the double up Double back on the nigga 'til I double up Broke nigga, better hustle up 'Cause we gon' ball 'til we fall, ain't no stopping us [Chorus: Peezy] Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on [Verse 3: HB Twin] I hustle, I get it The road? I hit it Your ho? I did it Your bro? he snitching Four-fours be whistling New year, nigga, spent stacks on the Pistons Got some new gear, nigga, stuff them locs in my denims Got a new bitch, nigga, eat my dick while I'm chilling Blowing on crumbs, sipping on Ac', it got me feeling Like fuck these niggas, I'ma grind up on a million Winter time, long sleeves, put the foreign up But I don't drive, bitch, I'm in the back pouring up Bitch, I'm balling, I ain't came out my warm up I'm riding through the red zone throwing Warren up [Chorus: Peezy] Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on