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hustla - trick trick lyrics

[intro]
n*gga, i started this goon sqwad sh*t
what it seem like n*gga? y’all know what it is
do what we wanna do around here
sup lil’ n*gga? wassup?

[verse 1]
he used to see me bendin’ corners in the 64
seen him at the dice game, [?] with the hit flow
sixteen years old, n*gga got a lil’ paper
hold on lil’ homie, lil’ n*gga, lil’ paper
asked me what the business was, told me what he’s gettin’
he looked me in my eyes, what’s the ticket on a [?]
i told him “thirty*two”, he asked me “how much for a half?”
i told him i ain’t do ’em like that and this n*gga laughed
told him “i tell you what”, you cash out one, i’ma throw you two
and when you all through, cash out three, you all hood with me
tossed the bag on the floor, he ready to do some more
we counted out the dough, he ready to do four
lil’ n*gga laughed and say “ready to ride”, i’ma give you five
and it’s gon’ be right, say you want some money lil’ n*gga
well let’s see [?]

[chorus]
hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler
[verse 2]
okay, now i been gettin for a long time
even with a d*ck in sh*t, n*gga i was on mine
never paid late, always stay [?]
it’s how this lil’ n*gga here, she remind me of me
he appreciate the hustle, he*a go get it
i ain’t bullsh*ttin’ this motherf*cker cold with it
i am ask what he do and “sh*t, i slang at these b*tches”
only thing i love, homie bangin’ these b*tches
whatever the f*ck he doin’, i said “f*ck it, i’m gon’ let him”
now he gettin’ fifty a week, at twenty*seven
and he don’t give a f*ck, he’ll do it for thirty*three
six dollars a piece, this lil’ n*gga’s a beast
i ain’t mad at it, n*gga got his b*lls strapped on
they lost it for a minute, now they all back on
whole team back strong, but somethin’ ain’t right
one of his soldiers got hit last night, he a motherf*ckin’ hustler

[chorus]
hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

[verse 3]
no matter how many this n*gga pain
i’m neglected to mention that i ain’t school him to game
i figured i ain’t have to, he had a clientele
he want what i’m sellin’, i figured sh*t, might as well
that’s a bad move, sh*t, it’s my fault
so what if the n*gga that i been servin’ get caught
and he decide to talk, and give ’em my name
gotta do what i do to n*ggas, i’m thankful to the game
now i’m paranoid, he keepin’ it one hunnid
tellin’ me everything, i’m thinking this n*gga frontin’
what they ask a lil’ homie? did they ask ’em ’bout me?
he looked me in my eyes, “h*ll naw, og”
“lil’ homie don’t know that i been gettin’ this from you”
i believe you lil’ n*gga, so this what you gotta do
go and bail him out, ask him what was said
but before he get the answer put a bullet in his head
you a motherf*ckin’ hustler
[chorus]
hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

[outro]
y’all n*ggas better open your eyes
start schoolin’ these lil’ n*ggas
they don’t know the game
anybody could bang (what!)
(goon sqwad, and ya don’t stop)
(trick trick, and ya don’t stop)
(doc, and ya don’t stop)
(young [?], and ya don’t stop)
(shoutout to doc, n*gga [?], what up?)
put it in the middle and drop it on a one, boy (hahaha)

- trick trick lyrics

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