Hustler Musik

Hit me Pshh, right in the sternum this time, T-Baby Shit, you already know, you already know, you already know Damn Shit, this that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, damn Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one I'ma paint the city red with this one I'm ahead with this one See, you're fucking with the boy who tote toys way before Christmas No assistance, just that persistence with that commitment, if I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song See, I be riding, just riding alone With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding" How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing? Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking So I be who I be, that's me That's Weezy F. Baby, and please say the motherfucking Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm taking these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Money is the motivation, facing the avenue Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brr), damn (brr) Hop in that thing and murk off, swerve off You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah) Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga, get you, you heard?) Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tint, locked-in I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet roof Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth I'm like, "What it do? What it do?" There's a full-court pressure, I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing I take it for what it's worth to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we eating So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm taking these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord I ain't never killed nobody, I promise And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track And make me go back, that thing'll go rrat That boy'll lay flat, so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you're saying? Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu what I stay in Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater You know I be out here right in a four-seater Top floor of the Four Seasons Four of them whores And they all know how to cook it up And look, I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up See, it's a cold world, so homie, bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm taking these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here Doing what I gotta do for me and you, and we're eating So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping? I'm taking these chances My head to the sky, my feet on the ground My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move Then I won't budge, won't budge No, I won't budge, no, Lord Man, man, this be that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music, y'all So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all I'm asking y'all, please, please Young Weezy got that hustler music Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it is Better guard your kids, guard your face Better guard your body, we warned the place We here Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga