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Hustle Junkie
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BabyTron
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So many times I could've stayed down but got up B*t*h, yeah Sh*ttyBoyz (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) So many times I could've stayed down but got up Try something, got some Glocks tucked, pu**y, not us Unky in the trap, playing D till it's locked up Forgot what time it is, prolly 'cause my watch bust That is not Runtz, put that 'Wood down You is not tough, why you tryna put yo foot down? Damn near a milli' off the raps, I put the juggs down Paranoid off the Perc', clutching while I look 'round Twenty-three on me, call this b*t*h "LeBron James" And I got a choppa, let it sing like it's Rod Wave When I'm chilling, I just play the joggy off the Kanye's Fourteen hunnid dollar Loubs like it's prom day Three thousand dollar outfit, call me "André" Thirty dollar eighthies, you don't really know how za taste (You don't know) Poured a two and fell asleep, that's a pop waste Why the f**k you got sh*t to say and you ain't got pape'? (What the f**k) Looking crazy, with yo broke-a** Lungs 'bout blacker than a b*t*h, I only smoke gas Sh*t talker, think my right pocket 'bout yo whole stash I'm sick you out here down looking so bad Backwood full of yeah, you be smoking nah Got the blueprint to win but I ain't coaching y'all (Nah) Wake up, lace 'em up, all I know is ball I'm talking Track.2 euro stepping, I ain't no Gasol (Euro stepping) Woke up and dropped six like I hit three jumpers Big bankroll full of blues, you a green thumber I might throw some pinks in this b*t*h to be a sleeve upper Throw them ones away, you been playing 'em for three summers Moncler bubble vest, hit for fifteen Benjis Scat Packs, Hellcats, Trackhawks, ain't seen Hemis Ocean Prime or the Eddie V's, I ain't seen Denny's Hitman on fully, swear to God that he ain't seen semis Buffs on, blowing out O's like I'm Master Roshi Pit stop, food truck, lobster in the macaroni Lil' brodie bad as hell, f**ked around and crashed the stolie I'll send an opp to Neptune, got a blaster on me High as hell, floating in that spaceship like Captain Kirk All your 201s dead, never seen no active work Eight thousand dollar cash if you wanna grab a verse Tell a b*t*h tryna talk to me, "Win a pageant first" Two, five, eight, can't stop, I'm a hustle junkie Two hundred clips, if I miss, boy, you double lucky Stopping at the trap, finna go and see what's up with unky Supreme drip, T-shirt cost a couple hundy You ain't seen what I seen, did what I did (You haven't) You ain't felt what I felt, feel it in my ribs Grown man money, next year, I'm building me a crib (I swear) Where the yeah at? Exotic pop chilling in the fridge (Yeah) Feeling like I'm him (Yeah) If I hear it's up, sh*t, I'm sitting on the rim Missed all his shots, doggy need to get up in the gym (What?) .223s hit him in his hat, peel it by his brim I'm a king, feel like Marvin Bagley You can hear the demon in this b*t*h when I start the Chally On the road, finna stop and test one of these cars at Rally's Hall of Fame deadeye, ain't no way that you guarding Stanley Looking like an ice sculpture, Hutch got my kit dancing Won't stop grinding till I'm chilling in that big mansion If I call them jack boys, they'll make yo sh*t vanish Don't make me put the rap down, go back to chip jamming Yeah (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
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