Hustlin’

Lyrics
[Intro] Huh? Huh? (Ayo, [?]) [Chorus] We still in the trap house thuggin' it The junkies here like the Comfort Inn We ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh I'm hustlin' In the trap like the Comfort Inn Junkies here, they lovin' it I ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh [Verse 1] I need my percentage off every block I supply the rock, tell the cops suck my cock Dope sales, broke scales Junkies doin' blow smells at the motel Hope these niggas don't sell shit, they be so for real You ain't gotta tell me you ain't tell, nigga, don't tell These niggas out here hustlin' for fake How many times dog got a slime that be a snake? How many days dog got a grind before he skate? How many times a nigga got a sell down? Just build a cake Skilla Baby anything less than a fuckin' beast To think a nigga really let that sink through his teeth [Chorus] We hustlin' In the trap house thuggin' it The junkies here like the Comfort Inn We ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh I'm hustlin' In the trap like the Comfort Inn Junkies here, they lovin' it I ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh [Verse 2] My white boy probably snort a 'script of blues a week Soon as you run out of paper, you gon' lose the beef Came back like— bitch, please I can't be doin' petty shit, I play with big cheese Eighty thousand on the table, this brick cheese Just to buy us five houses, we gon' rent these Seventy-five racks, all tens, fives, and ones Five racks in another rubber band, all dubs Baby say she love me, it's all love Niggas'll throw the whole up and wait for some crumbs Niggas wanna steal my shine, it ain't my [?] I'll never kill my vibe for no grudge, bitch [Chorus] We hustlin' In the trap house thuggin' it The junkies here like the Comfort Inn We ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh I'm hustlin' In the trap like the Comfort Inn Junkies here, they lovin' it I ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh [Verse 3] I can't never sell my soul for no love 'Cause I really put my soul on my songs If I cut you off for no reason, not wrong I can't even fuck with that boy if he told I ain't got no love for that man if he stole You can't tell you talkin' to a boss? Watch your tone Hustlin' Thuggin' it, huh [Chorus] We hustlin' In the trap house thuggin' it The junkies here like the Comfort Inn We ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh I'm hustlin' In the trap like the Comfort Inn Junkies here, they lovin' it I ain't leavin' 'til they bust it in, ooh, ooh
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- Skilla Baby