Lyrics
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
hustle hustle, hustle hustle
blazin in the coupe, stash in the boot
amazin wut i do, all the laughs at you
they see me as the dude, i dont mean to be rude
wen i point this finger at u, its jus wut i do
fuck the haters, love to my players
get money [money], goin straight to the majors
i change up the game, more then a slow pitch
im a lil tipsy, is that yo bitch?
are u that snitch? cuz im that kid
im locked down son, but ill peel yo wig
u dont wanna see me, come n raid ur crib
if it aint the glock, its a blade in your rib
i dont play no games, i dont say no names
me a snitch? nah, they know me to well
if i aint dead or hustlin, im up in the cell
i done seen it all, i got so much to tell
yal want my life, but dont know a damn thang
yall see the money, how many bags i slang
but it aint that easy, to build a name
yall imitators, i live the game 2x
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
hustle hustle, hustle hustle
pops gave me a dolla, introduced me to life
my thoughts turned sour, by the end of the night
one became two, and two became three
in a couple weeks, i had money on me
people gettin jealous, blunts wit my fellas
freestylin all nite, on beats or acapellas
flows mad tight, and its not jus wut they tell us
u can try to kill us, but i got somthin right back
a knife on my hip, and the back of the gat
smash, your the teeth on the floor
brand new rugs, and u bleed on the floor
all about drugs, hundreds and more
yal want my life, but dont know a damn thang
yall see the money, how many bags i slang
but it aint that easy, to build a name
yall imitators, i live the game 2x
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
if you hustlin, then get yours
hustle hustle, hustle hustle
