We The Hustlers

Lyrics

[Intro] (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse 1: Driveway Baby] You wanna hit the road? Gotta have your license straight If we ain't got a rental, gotta have your title straight 'Cause I can't get flicked if we ain't got no license plate This Perc' bitin' hard as fuck, I got the Tyson face YSR the label, we ain't have no signing day Couldn't fuck this bitch tonight, she had her cycle day Bring out the long K, it's a rifle day I can stab a bitch guts up like I'm at Michael place [Verse 2: YSR Loski] I ain't have a lot of money, I had to make a way In a room shootin' with the scammers, playin' Beat the Bank Why the hell you actin' like a shooter when you know you ain't? I be shittin' on these niggas when I'm in the paint Jay gon' damn near crash a Jag' when he off drank I throw on Off-White on an off-day Bruce down to take us, puttin' switches on all K's Seventh grade, I was in the school catchin' plays in the hallway [Verse 3: YSR Bruce] I just did thirty-three hours in a rental Made 60K in all giffies accidental Percocet bitin', EDD, Purple denim Chrome Heart drip, ayy Ayy, Chrome Heart drip, a thousand dollars for the shirt Nigga speakin' on Lil Sav, he in the dirt I just bought an AR with a switch, this bitch work A hundred-some shots, a thirty-six, he in the dirt [Verse 4: NDGM Rambo] I'm a problem, these pussy niggas can't stop me Hit a nigga dead in his shit and get it poppin' Drac' with the switch, that'll solve all the problems Hit a nigga block with this bitch, the way I blow it, need a sponsor Wipe a nigga nose with this bitch like he a toddler Pussy-ass nigga, yeah, you just like your father Hit a nigga with this bitch, give you a taper like your barber Whole clip full of bald-heads, nigga, Vince Carter [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] We the hustlers, we ain't no motherfuckin' robbers YSR shit, we is not Jon Connor If my nigga wanna catch a play, I'ma lob him If a nigga say he want some problems, nigga, we gon' solve it You see them two chains on my neck, yeah, I bought 'em He was stealin' out my bag 'til I caught him Nigga ranned up on me, so I jogged him I'll put them boys on your fuckin' head, don't make me call 'em [Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd] The bitch wanna— alright, huh, alright, haha Yeah, bitch, bitch, alright KrispyLife, nigga My niggas got rich off the rap 'cause I taught 'em The bitch wanna suck my dick, go, Autumn This ain't rose gold no more, this autumn My bitch hittin' them stores real good 'cause I taught her I wouldn't take a bitch nowhere, even Bikini Bottom Just met this bitch five minutes ago and I done seen her topless Like you in a biker gang, we'll surround your crew with choppers I'm a really a mob boss, bitch, yeah, I'm Frank Sinatra That's blood, that's gang, yeah, we on some ganger shit I ain't gon' fight my ho today, I'ma just Mace the bitch I pay my lawyer good money, now case dismissed I pay my lawyer— case dismissed