Omelly - Hustle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
Everything I got, I got from the muscle
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
And when the bands come in you don't know who the fuck to give trust to
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
Do it for the real brick layers that's five percenters when they come through
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
And if I can't get money with you fuck nigga it's fuck you

[Verse 1]
Niggas broke and they mad, I'll never go broke nigga
I throw the coke in the bag, I got to take care of my folks nigga
Catch me sliding on a four wheeler
In my hood I'm known as a dope dealer
Whole team get paper no joke nigga
Fuck around my niggas get smoked nigga
These niggas is mad that I just started rapping, I'm getting these shows and they not
This rap shit is popping my trap shit is popping I'm still throwing O's in the pot
Whipping the shit 'til it lock, my pockets is sitting on knots
These niggas be hating these bitches be waiting I'm just gon' call it a night
You know I move all of the white, me and you nothing alike
I pop on this perc and I swig on this lean, damn I done dirtied my sprite
Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols now I'm telling you my life
Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols God damn it if this ain't life

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[Verse 2]
I'm posted on the block with it, all I know is trap life
Four niggas and they creeping on me, I'm bet I'll spin them with the mac twice
Put the dope in the minute rice, got a hand with the coke man I'm so nice
We sip the drink by the whole pint, nigga no sprint no ice
I got a pistol in hand it ain't no [?] man I'm with a clique full of low lives
Hope you got a brick in your hand cause you ain't selling me grams I told a fuck nigga no dice
Hustling all a nigga know, I be cooking it up and let it go
For you niggas informing shit we catch them and stone them you pussy niggas got to go
I don't fuck with these rap niggas sneak dissing
Catch them I'mma clap niggas I ain't with it
Push it like you got your head bust
Can't go to war with us unless your bread up
Every since a youngin' I've been hustling
Doing everything from the muscling
Still plugged down with the Mexicans
I'm the man with the grams I be stretching shit

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