Lyrics

Whatever you gotta do See, they ask me a definition of a hustler I just tell them on some real shit You gotta know how to adapt They were like, what's your strengths and your weaknesses I said weaknesses Honestly, I ain't got no money That's the only time I feel weak Real shit it's is all power All that shit Ay, y'all really need to chill I'm the nice one out the group All my homies got some nice guns They would really like to use They trigger happy They keep asking why Dimpoz Shit, I ain't like the sound When they call me, big happy I'm a different type of Mexican Out my zip code See, I grew around them hustlers Bagging up that crystal Seen transitions in the hustle I was packing pistols I was tight to catch them slipping With my fist closed I remember when you really had to earn all this shit Got a problem, Lord We gotta burn the whole bridge Stay quiet, homie This don't concern none of you kids Can't teach an old dog No new tricks I done tried Damn, all my trials and tribulations Showed so much love So why the fuck is that hating Ask around Instead of chilling In the back of the class Stay humble Stay down Nowadays I show my ass Just let it ride See if I catch it Never know what to say in this shit Yeah, Look Tryna talk my shit, yeah Really out here in the field Ain't no football I was tight to skip class and Snort a little football I'm out here doing my thing Cause there's no one that I could call Do it all Ask around Is it far Holiday don't play no games When it's all about that paper, boy Scrooge up in this shit I don't ever ask for favors, boy Fuck around and find out We gon' call a little favor, boy So much loud out the booth Give a fuck about the neighbors noise Contact of that shit they Whipping in the kitchen See my pops pass out Cause he mix it a little different Sorry, my mind's twisted So I be acting ignorant And all these bars that I'm dropping Just fucking up my spitting Cotton mouth off that bat You know I wet it with some jack I'm a gentleman, homie You can go and have a bat Fuck the tit for the tat Dog, I'm going straight direct I don't do the Tiktok Now I'm chasing every check
Writer(s): Oscar Guerrero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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