Lyrics Hustle Gang

Hustle Gang

Here I Go

[Verse 1:]

Niggas try me, catch fifty first

Choppa so big nigga hit reverse

I'm a draw down on you and your partner so perfect

You gon' think this shit rehearsed

I can spit the verse but can't handle the repercussions

AK clips and Russians

Blood is rushing, cold-ass Swiss accounts

So you know the coats is Tuscan

Lady Ramkin, nigga, I'm a bear

Backwoods, weed, nigga, put it in the air

Black mead cover up the living room chair

Chinchillas cover up my bitches over there

Westside, I can make a killing over there

Eastside, I can't pimp without Slim

Spodee on deck, can't kill it without him

Three crazy, front pocket on dip, blow

[Hook:]

I was kickin' my shit, just cooling, 'bout to smoke another O

Kickin' my feet up, y'all niggas cheaters, probably rollin' with your ho

Now all these folks got somethin' to say about where I be and where I go

I heard niggas was lookin' for me, pussy nigga, here I go

Here I go, here I go (pussy nigga, here I go)

Here I go, here I go

[Verse 2:]

Probably with your bitch - big butt, can't fit up in the Six

A hundred whole bucks'll get you two purple zips

A hundred whole bands made the AP glitch

She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my wrist

Tell her like Young Dro: "fuck that bitch" (I said fuck that bitch)

Bought a 357, went back to the neighbourhood, bought that bitch

[Verse 3:]

You niggas better go on with the buster shit

I send 50 then empty out another clip

I'm Westside ridin' my hooptie still

On the phone seeing where my little cousin is

(I'm on the Southside right now)

(It ain't nothin' in the whip but some dope and some tools)

And nigga we so deep, so don't even

If it ain't on me, I'm strapped like a fool, biotch!

(I know a nigga that cut work, bitch)

(Ride with bricks like it's no risk)

(Buddy, yay cost two bands)

I'm so ma'fuckin' focussed

But these niggas said they G?

They some pussies to me

Ten years in the game, still ain't richer than me

You don't like what I'm saying?

Hail Marys in your face right now

Yeah, nigga, you've got love for me

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]

I'm made for this - steak and lobster, my table's dish

Been kickin' this flavour shit

No Lacoste but this 'gator, bitch (watch out, bitch)

Dro is my brother from another mother, we made the clique

Me and Slim from Decatur, trick

Fuck with us, get your tater split

I spit rhymes like I'm 6'9 and my cadences

Leave pricks tryna depict lines

Clique tryna portray this shit (bitch)

Bitch I'm big time, don't play with this

I've got six 9s, when I clip mine

Your whole clique dying, Arcadians (yeah...)

Keep it 300, nigga

I you want the ho, you'd better come and get her

It's a pimp in here, I ain't no baby sitter

I've got 30 shoes with 'gator in 'em (checks)

Pussy-ass niggas so lame, go all bare for the limelight (limelight)

Fuck what you heard, that chopper'll get a ma'fucka's mind right

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]

They be swinging on a trapper like a lumberjack

I'm doper than a drum full of crack

I get it popping light a lightning bolt

Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back

My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick

My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap

My smoke strong, made your daddy wanna roll a blunt

Your mama holler: "Ain't nobody got time for that!"

Turn from a human to a wolf on the song

Bitch I rip these shows, you can ask these hoes

They be standin' in the front screaming: "We want more!"

I was at it for an hour

She couldn't catch her breath, but she still want more

After the show, I handle my motherfuckin' business

Need I say more?

T.I. sent me a song and said: "OG, merk that bitch!"

He said it real familiar, and it was real familiar

So I lit up and hurt that bitch

Give a fuck? Never, sir

Don't give a shit, suck my dick

Give a damn, here I am - you lookin' for me, bitch?!

[Hook]