Hustlers Anonymous

[Intro: SmooVth]

(Khory)

Yeah, yeah

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: SmooVth]

Escamoles, hustlers anonymous

My momma pissed, I'm always outside with some drama shit

The marijuana flip, loose lips'll make a bitch slip

I hit the G-spot with just a tip of the dick

Banana clips

Fried chicken titties with some hot sauce

Honey for the biscuit, just in case some shit pop off

My pig got lockjaw, my bitch ride or die

Pour some beers out for all my niggas in the sky

Get fly, get high off of life, enjoy the moment

I did some bad shit, so they pray for my atonement

I'm focused, watchin' that movie, Hocus Pocus

Poof, disappear before I start pokin'

I'm hopin' y'all understand that I don't like that man

Tеll 'em "goodnight", leave 'еm dead in the sand

But I can't 'til I formulate a master plan

A hunnid grand'll turn ya whole block to Sun of Sam

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, need to be dippin' my feet deep in white sand beaches

Instead I'm duckin' polices, dealin' with the dirty fiends and leeches

In highschool, she gave me slow throat by the bleachers

Now the Percs and Xans got me askin' where her teeth is

Shit change, but fuck it, only thing that stay the same is this

I remain dangerous, came in the game flamin' shit

My own way, these artists got labels owin' they anuses

I'm still gettin' dough off the dose and this ain't no famous shit

These niggas hot trash, they all gassed off the lames they with

My connects, from the stare they'll off your head with stainlesses

From the drive to parkside then way out to LA with it

We play for gold, like we Lakers, only labels weighin' shit

On the digital, I brief piff and piss Crystal

Get chips out a bitch before I pull my dick out

Wanna fuck with this? The least I need is like six-thou'

Memorizin' digits, never missed out, nigga

[Verse 3: Hus KingPin]

Yo, my gun cold, I clip you, that's on my soul, son, I lift you

Cloudy dreams, coke, no lean, no codeine, blowin' D's

So it seems niggas fucked up, the MAC make you buck up, huh

You actin' funny these days, slime, you borrow, what?

Niggas'll fold on you, rock gold on you, drop the boulder on you

PSA, Wave Lord, I tried to warn you

Keep buildin' niggas up, they gon' front you, huh

Humble my pride, double the pies, get back

Flip the shard every hour, where my wings at, huh?

Simmer hundred-twenty degrees, you in that bloodbath

You feel the Sun's draft?

It's fly like the summer once you last, it's only moments we rehash

What it felt like then? How we melt like winds?

How we made lights dim?

It's Wave 3000, huh