Hustle Hard (Remix)

[Intro] Yeah (Uh huh) Uh huh (what) 485, 600 shit man Let's do it Dotarachi Edai What up? (What up?) Let go [Verse 1: S.Dot] I'm runnin' shit, my gun'll spit 100 clips, 600 shit I'm Dotarachi, bitch I'm Dotarachi Let me get myself together 'fore the paparazzi I'm goin' hard, I'm ballin' out I'm Debo to these lil niggas, stomp 'em out I'm posted up, can't guard me man Off loud, sleep walkin' like a zombie man OG need a crib, my bitch need a rack Now I'm in the trap, tryna make it back My shooters got shooters, for real doe District Hustlaz on top hoe, [for real hoe?] My nigga Edai got the Eagle so you better chill It's rainin' bullets outside hoe it's been a drill They say the boy's dissin', but nobody know 'em Who the fuck is you? Just a fucking stupid No L's, I get chauffeured in a fucking coupe Sneak dissin' that'll get you on the local news I got some killas over east who'll kill a nigga Call me Mr. No Hands, I don't feel you niggas [Hook: S.Dot] Out here on the block, each and every day Drillin' with the guys, out here gettin' paid OG need a crib, my bitch need a rack Now I'm in the trap, tryna make it back Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Bitch I hustle hard, bitch I hustle hard [Verse 2: Edai] Trappin' off my spot bitch Defense runnin' no options 30 off in my pocket It's too fast know that we droppin' Gettin' these niggas like coffins Smokin' loud no coughin' Drillin' hard no options Got yo bitch her pussy she poppin' 485 we shoppin' 100 thousand in our wallets Tryna to stain us? Stop it Tell broski, pussy he pop 'em We drilled out them drills though Blue dolphin popped pills too Big 30 them drills do Fuck around and get killed too Sippin' lean, I'm off that Drinkin' syrup my cough bad 600 you big dummies Tell broski 'nem to get off that Polo shoes, Polo golf hat True Religion they cause bands You fuck around with the fuckin' rounds You fuck around and get popped then [Hook: Edai] Out here on the block, each and every day Drillin' with the guys, out here gettin' paid OG need a crib, my bitch need a rack Now I'm in the trap, tryna make it back Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Bitch I hustle hard, bitch I hustle hard [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Pelle Pelle on my back man These bitches know when I come around When it's goin' down, it's goin' down Like show and tell, we showin' now She go around, she go around She with the team, she goin' down Smokin' loud, I'm on the pounds Tell broski 'nem let off rounds I'm in the hood, these niggas know Ain't never seen you over here before And Z-Bro my hit for low He with me, then he'll blow Chief Keef on this beat Tell 'em niggas to get beef You fuck wit me, you fuck wit me My niggas'll put you 6 feet D-E-E-P, no contacts you see me Just 17 and my name ding Man it's a drill bitch ding ding He get shot, in his face Now this life, my 6 take Bitch made, he get played We poked him and I get paid [Hook: Chief Keef] Out here on the block, each and every day Drillin' with the guys, out here gettin' paid OG need a crib, my bitch need a rack Now I'm in the trap, tryna make it back Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Bitch I hustle hard, bitch I hustle hard