hustle mode - eddy baker lyrics
[intro: eddy baker]
ayy
lil’, uh, uh
i’ma (don saulo on the track), uh
aight
yeah
lil’ b*tch
[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack*ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b*tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode
[verse 1: eddy baker]
short*ass n*gga but i got a big stature
x3 sport mode, gotta drive faster
copped the holy ghost, b*tches thinkin’ i’m a pastor
powered by a god while i’m headed to the kasbah
go danny phantom on a b*tch, that’s a casper
she didn’t see my ass in three months if you ask her
the sh*t that i’m smokin’ got me sp*ced out like nasa
the homies tryna hit it, i don’t think that i’m passin’
b*tch, i don’t sleep, i just grind, i’m in hustle mode
always tryna kick it at my house ’cause you ain’t got your own
b*tch on my d*ck like my scent that chanel cologne
bands in the safe in the bank ’cause my catalogue
i’ma [?] skeet her
caught a couple cases, you know that i had to beat ’em
f*ck your b*tches up in tulum and rosarita
i ain’t reachin’ out for no features ’cause i don’t need ’em
[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack*ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b*tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode
[verse 2: xavier wulf]
pull up to my n*ggas, we smokin’ and countin’ cash rolls
fans hatin’ on me ’cause i’m rich, i had to let it show
b*tches want a trip, ain’t no problem, i let ’em hit the road
bought four guns same day, i need to slow my roll
n*ggas talk sh*t all day, ain’t that pitiful?
big bank take lil’ bank, now it’s doors closed
i’m a memphis n*gga, i don’t care about the peace, bro
only bad b*tches ’round us, you keep a cheap ho
[?] on that b*tch, need i say more?
i hope a b*tch son come up knockin’ on this here door
930 mossberg, send ’em to the sea floor
i think i’m [?] yung how i blew up with this c4
i leave a b*tch sad, now she lookin’ like she igor
saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more
n*ggas mad as f*ck because i no longer do chores
i keep a b*tch for that, so be careful, it could be yours
[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack*ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b*tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode
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