Hustle lyrics

[Hook]

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Everything I got, I got from the muscle

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And when the bands come in you don't know who the fuck to give trust to

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Do it for the real brick layers that's five percenters when they come through

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And if I can't get money with you fuck nigga it's fuck you

[Verse 1]

Niggas broke and they mad, I'll never go broke nigga

I throw the coke in the bag, I got to take care of my folks nigga

Catch me sliding on a four wheeler

In my hood I'm known as a dope dealer

Whole team get paper no joke nigga

Fuck around my niggas get smoked nigga

These niggas is mad that I just started rapping, I'm getting these shows and they not

This rap shit is popping my trap shit is popping I'm still throwing O's in the pot

Whipping the shit 'til it lock, my pockets is sitting on knots

These niggas be hating these bitches be waiting I'm just gon' call it a night

You know I move all of the white, me and you nothing alike

I pop on this perc and I swig on this lean, damn I done dirtied my sprite

Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols now I'm telling you my life

Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols God damn it if this ain't life

[Hook]

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Everything I got, I got from the muscle

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And when the bands come in you don't know who the fuck to give trust to

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Do it for the real brick layers that's five percenters when they come through

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And if I can't get money with you fuck nigga it's fuck you

[Verse 2]

I'm posted on the block with it, all I know is trap life

Four niggas and they creeping on me, I'm bet I'll spin them with the mac twice

Put the dope in the minute rice, got a hand with the coke man I'm so nice

We sip the drink by the whole pint, nigga no sprint no ice

I got a pistol in hand it ain't no [?] man I'm with a clique full of low lives

Hope you got a brick in your hand cause you ain't

Selling me grams I told a fuck nigga no dice

Hustling all a nigga know, I be cooking it up and let it go

For you niggas informing shit we catch them

And stone them you pussy niggas got to go

I don't fuck with these rap niggas sneak dissing

Catch them I'mma clap niggas I ain't with it

Push it like you got your head bust

Can't go to war with us unless your bread up

Every since a youngin' I've been hustling

Doing everything from the muscling

Still plugged down with the Mexicans

I'm the man with the grams I be stretching shit

[Hook]

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Everything I got, I got from the muscle

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And when the bands come in you don't know who the fuck to give trust to

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

Do it for the real brick layers that's five percenters when they come through

I hustle, I hustle, I hustle

And if I can't get money with you fuck nigga it's fuck you

• Artist:Omelly
• Album:Gunz And Butter: My Life Story (2014)