Lyrics

(Ayo, CamJ, you got another one)
(Fire this bitch up, Hulk, gang)
I be hustlin'
How you hate on me and we was both stuck? We was in the same boat
Police hit my street and I had to run, turned to Usain Bolt
I would fit the description if I got caught, I was wearin' the same coat
Shawty be talkin' that shit since he got a deal, **** ass still broke
**** ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Huh)
Can't name one time that you caught me down bad and **** ain't bust my gun
Bitches be lyin', talkin' 'bout a kid, I only know one and that's Milan
Tell the DA she can miss me goin' to jail, bitch, I'ma go on the run
Fuck these bitches, I know how they treated me, yeah, pop that pussy right now
Keep on hustlin'
I don't know if it's love or lustin'
Started from the bottom, I came from nothin'
Spent a hundred K in thirty days like it wasn't nothin'
Came up, I was breakin' into cars, L-O-V-E
Sorry for breakin' your heart, sorry for leavin' you scarred
My daughter, she need me, so I ain't got no choice but to go hard
If we get pulled over and they find a gun, would you take my charge?
Would you do time for me? Ah-ah, would you do time for me?
All it takes is one call, ah-ah, these **** slidin' for me
Shooters get paid to spin, ah-ah, but they'll slide for free
Tell that bitch-ass rapper not too long, you can't hide from me
**** know where I be at
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
In Lithonia in my Scat
White Charger, hood black
I brought my whole hood back
I was sellin' weed when Lo just hit me like he got crack
**** talkin' gangster, but it's okay, they gon' get whacked
Bitch playin' bougie, but it's okay, she gon' get smacked
Wrist kinda new, but it's okay, it's gon' keep smackin'
But it's okay
Keep on hustlin'
I don't know if it's love or lustin'
Started from the bottom, I came from nothin'
Spent a hundred K in thirty days like it wasn't nothin'
Came up, I was breakin' into cars, L-O-V-E
Sorry for breakin' your heart, sorry for leavin' you scarred
My daughter, she need me, so I ain't got no choice but to go hard
If we get pulled over and they find a gun, would you take my charge?
Brand-new Glock, Gen5, wide-body, big tires
Spit in your mouth while we be fuckin', I know we got soul ties
**** droppin' like flies
Give a shout out to all my opps, all them **** gon' die
**** cliquin' up
Heard he ridin' 'round in a foreign, shoot the Bentley up
A foreign
Young boy throw they pistols up
If the ho wasn't goin' back then, I bet she'll fuck
If the ho wasn't goin' back then
Keep on hustlin'
Don't know if it's— or lustin'
Ame from nothin'
Spent a hundred K in thirty days like it wasn't nothin'
Written by: Blo Blo, Fatz Fatz
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