Yung Redd - Hustla lyrics

(*talking*) You know, why I hustle for mine (yeah) Mo'f**ers, I'm still on the grind Ay H.$.E. n***as, G's up yeah [Hook] Let me get a H, yeah I hustle all the time Now let me get a U, understand I'm about mine Let me get a S-T-L-E-R I'm a hustling a** n***a, my money so large [Yung Redd] The streets is wet I know, I preach this gutter flow A go round come back n***a, you reap what you sew Never took that much time, for me to know See I just planted my seed, and let my money grow Time reveal I'm real, these other n***as hoes And everyday's a gamble, so let the dice roll Where I'm from, I been repping from unteen It's been my theme, my earrings high beam Yeah Yung Redd enough said, I bump heads With these n***as, who thought that I couldn't make enough bread A hundred deep, I'm so strong Get high in the plane, wet I smoke his own grown [Hook] [Lil' Ron] Grinding's a habit, I'm making this cabbage Block move like clockwork, if anybody asks Same as the Glock work, do it without a mask Learn to take it slow, when I'm making fast cash Dro smoking, out of gas masks The best gra** put some'ing in the bank, stack and don't touch that So for crack, just show me where them bucks at Pull up in that truck, trust me s*uts love that I could show you how to make ya doubles, smooth like bu*ter But remember, I been through the struggle me and my brother Smuggle sh** through check points, with no trouble Get a room and a coffee mug, make them hoes bubble [Hook] [Yung Redd] f** you, and any n***a you run with You can play that punk sh**, till you hear that Yung n***a That get's the deal in the hood, we them n***as they come get I'm all grind small time, licks I'm done with And it seem to me, y'all n***as ain't G's to me Must be a dream and y'all forseen, in the streets with me [Lil' Ron] I keep my heat with me, and send five where your chest at And them greentip bullets, going through that vest black I'm taking them green dollas, to where them checks at To the bank account, I put em and then I bring em out f** what you thinking bout, I ain't with that hanging out Lil' Ron getting paper, you wish you could make it out [Hook] (*talking*) Yeah, I don't know what the f** These n***as, was thinking out here (s**a Free) We still on the grind mayn, we ain't never left mayn H.$.E. mo'f**ers, yeah