Hustle Talk

Lyrics
[Intro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) (Funk or Die) [Verse 1: Toohda Band$] Too many poles in this low, come try to touch me Off-White to the socks, weed smellin' musty It's gon' cost a lot of money if you wanna fuck me Hit my mans for the sack, I don't deal with junkies Police hit the lights, do the dash, got felonies on me Mama said the 'za stink, she be smellin' it on me You can tell the Drac' on, you can see it be on me If we can't catch you, hit your fam and all of your homies Free Rick and Los, my niggas some donkeys The latest fashion, it don't cost, I don't got it on me I put the bags in her trunk, told her drive that for me Next time I get a chain, put a Pyrеx on it [Verse 2: Skinny T] I told the bitch, "You fuck with me, come on, you gotta listеn" These niggas hoes, most of 'em bitches, ain't no competition Niggas out here payin' for promotion, I'm gettin' paid by bitches Everything you rap be all cap, we ain't tryna listen Bitches leavin' hearts under my pictures, I ain't tryna kick it Smokin' Collins Ave, my ice on, chillin' in the trenches K bullets in the FN, it ain't no need for stitches Was high as fuck stompin' through the hood, ain't have a pot to piss in Every gun got a green beam, Glock came with switches Bitch know a nigga from the hood, she know I'm from the trenches We don't fuck with niggas over there, so we ain't tryna kick it Know them niggas all cap, nigga, we ain't tryna listen
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Credits
- Writers
- Toohda Band$
- Skinny T