Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlin, artist - Rah Swish. Date of issue: 24.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustlin |
| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? |
| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real |
| I know that you never done enough |
| I make the freaks pay for a kill |
| I turn these hoes into customers |
| Look at my face, I’m off a pill |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh |
| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight |
| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it |
| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around |
| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint |
| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money |
| How they want beef and they strugglin'? |
| I’ma bet on myself every time |
| I’m too accustomed to hustling |
| Young nigga run that sack up |
| You know what to do, they act up |
| If I put a G on his head, then they get in the field like Green Bay Packers |
| Nine shots, still usin' ladders |
| My lil' bitch got badder |
| She got a man and I got a bitch, so what we do don’t matter |
| I throw an F, I’m puttin' the Floss up |
| I get 'em stretched for thinkin' they all tough |
| We do it the best, they gotta applaud us |
| I got her upset, I put her friend in the Porsche truck |
| I need a stress reliever |
| I take the dope and figi to go |
| Trap sing like Justin Bieber |
| We kickin' doors, so get on the floor |
| You better up and leave her |
| She spendin' your bread and being a ho |
| He dumb, he must believe her |
| I make it a movie, she make it a show |
| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? |
| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real |
| I know that you never done enough |
| I make the freaks pay for a kill |
| I turn these hoes into customers |
| Look at my face, I’m off a pill |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh |
| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight |
| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it |
| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around |
| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint |
| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money |
| How they want beef and they strugglin'? |
| I’ma bet on myself every time |
| I’m too accustomed to hustling |
| Featherweight, that’s what it say by they resume |
| Let 'em hate, we send that boy to a better place |
| Lift 'em up, we makin' sure that boy levitate |
| Hop out, swish 'em, 'cause we do the swish and then set it straight |
| And I hit the road for another bag |
| Been gettin' this money, but I move in silence, ain’t wanna brag |
| It’s a go on them niggas every time, no, they ain’t gettin' a fuckin' pass |
| I got a short temper, watch how you talk, don’t get me fuckin' mad |
| Quick to react like I’m upper class |
| Oh, you want the smoke like a muffler? |
| Niggas all talk, let’s be for real |
| I know that you never done enough |
| I make the freaks pay for a kill |
| I turn these hoes into customers |
| Look at my face, I’m off a pill |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma fuck it up |
| Don’t invite me, I’ma, uh |
| Got the crib out in Cali, so she get a flight |
| Bro got the sauce, so I’m punchin' it |
| I like my bitches nasty, don’t fuck around |
| Keep me in your mouth like a Doublemint |
| I don’t speak on them niggas, I’m focused on money |
| How they want beef and they strugglin'? |
| I’ma bet on myself every time |
| I’m too accustomed to hustling |
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