Black Smurf & Eddy Baker - Hustle House lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Black Smurf] Blood gone fleet Memphis boys ride deep b**h don't stress me Where I'm at, just know that I'm doing me Pushing work Got the many zip locks for the cheap Fifteen for a G Half a gram, ten a piece I'm just fat life living Leaving peasants at my feet In the hustle house posted All alone, it's just me Gotta serve you in the house, cause my neighbors watching All these fifties in my hand I know you want to rob me (p**y) [Verse 2: Eddy Baker] Making hella plays from the hustle house You ain't talking money, you can get up out Whole bunch of grams in the hustle house Bust them out the package then we scale them out West coast n***a trapping in the south I have them moon rocks I can get you spaced out My name came up quick thanks to word-of-mouth Eating good, veggie omelet at the waffle house Bad b**h on my dick Stick it up her blouse Ever since she let me keep the work up at the house Really with the biz n***a, what the f** you bout? We ain't grow up rich n***a Had to trap it out Started off with a gram, made a quarter ounce Make that quarter to two holas, then I made a bounce Shoe box stash b**h f** a bank account And if you try to do us harm, you won't leave the house b**h