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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hustle Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Mitchell
Composer
Jacquez Lowe
Composer
Kedral Long
Composer
D. Hart
Composer
C. Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominique Mitchell
Producer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, aye
It's really like Hustle Gang over here
I don't want no peon rhyming
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I'm saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo ****
[Verse 2]
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got money
Boy, you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got power
Fuck you, ****, you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got respect
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, aye
[Verse 3]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon' run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
But you know you don't want no smoke
Hustle Gang over here, shorty you know you don't want no smoke
Shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
[Verse 4]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That's lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this is for foe
I'm with a out of town broad, she don't go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Drake on
I got my ratchet and m a rocket coochie
Don't make me act a fool, don't make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot 'em the back of the face
I be the first **** that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I'm on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and Chip gon' cash out
[Verse 5]
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got money
But you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got power
Fuck you, ****, you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got respect
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, aye
[Verse 6]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain't hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He's making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You saying he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get out your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with the side like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you're riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in a rain trip sad day, yeah
[Verse 7]
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got money
But you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got power
Fuck you, ****, you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got respect
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, see
[Verse 8]
Full money and power, **** gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi's the sergeant
Too hot, you've gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I'm a giant, y'all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y'all
You suckers ain't trillville
My crone still is gonna sing till I join a gig
****, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that's the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, **** dropping, they gon' get it
I don't just rap about it, my city'll tell you that I live it
Wassi
[Verse 9]
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got money
But you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got power
Fuck you, ****, you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, we got respect
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
And we got what these **** ain't got, aye
But you know you don't want no smoke
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
Hey shorty, you know you don't want no smoke
Written by: C. Harris, D. Hart, Dominique Mitchell, Jacquez Lowe, Kedral Long