Hustlers Don’t Die

Lyrics
[Verse] Like... Listen to a G's tale About nights when we was breaking down B sales It's all in the fingertips take detail And if it ain't a nitty ring then they just get V-mails Plain clothes pigs clocking IC3 males Just try and know, I ain't tryna see jail But the spesh fully loaded with them seashells Send the corn instant like email Might star you for chatting all that Yahoo Slugs pass tru' your side you can Google that Remember my OG used to let the Ruger slap Back when niggas used to rock doo doo plaits Still I spit it for my G's with a nappy head Got flour then we learnt how to stack the bread Like "phone me later babe I gotta wack a zed" My don love the spinner but me I'm a matic head Flash bang no Kinder just surprise But you can be dead from a biscuit that was live Letting off the star, twinkle twinkle in your eyes I came from a town where the skinny niggas ride Nah hustlers don't die, they get chubby Getting food out in country, then move out to country I got a great memory this dude tried to bun me But he don't remember me so when I see him I'm comfy I got dons who would die just for me to be alive But I do it myself, call it D.I.Y. G Don't bother me cah' I'm just getting by I was feeling kinda low but now I'm kinda high Tell me what is all the hype? I don't really understand You do it cah' they gassed you, I do it cah' i can Now you know how it goes, shoot 'em up bang bang Looking at these young bucks like I'm through with all the gangs Damn, but niggas in and out the box like Jack but no fun Fresh out on license, new pack, let's get it on I need a flight outta space so book me in as Youngs Gucci frames on when I look up at the sun
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Credits
- Writers
- Youngs Teflon