$mash, Tha Homie - Scotty Pippen

Aye that's on KENSeason these niggas out here hustling backwards

Yeah
Real ass bitch (Real ass bitch)
Real ass nigga (Nigga)
Die like this (Die like this)
You comin' with us
Wake up early (Wake up early)
Do the dishes
I'm a shootin' star (Shootin' star)
Bitch get to wishin'
Yeah we in this bitch (We in this bitch!)
What's yo position?
I just hustle baby (I hustle baby)
Im so prolific
I just

Hustle
Gotchu
I hustle
I gotchu
Hustle
Gotchu
Just hustle
I gotchu
Ima die a soldier (Soldier)
Milly rock magnolia (Magnolia)
Smoke that California (Fornia')
Ass so fat like Doja

Get enough
Get enough
They O.D. can't get enough
Pants too loose ain't big enough
Failed P.T. ain't fit enough
Collection calls don't pick it up
The weight too strong I pick it up
All y'all niggas they scared of us
Scared of who? Scared of us!
Scared of us?
Scared of us!
Halloween shit get scarier
Place them lips round area
She fuck up interior
All that ass in derry air
Niggas like me be very rare
Niggas like this with a mind full of hits
On the mic hmm really ain't very fair
Tryin' too hard to appeal to someone
Niggas ain't never been real or nothin'
You ain't never pop no cat
Just pop that cooch
And I might throw a bill or somethin'
I don't really care how you feel or nothin'
Feelins don't really pay bills or nothin'
I drop nukes no hands on the button
My food for thought be hard to stomach
Hard to stomach?
Hard to stomach!
Ass so fit man it's hard to cut it
She was O.T. man I had to cut it
When I go in man it's all or nothin'
And I bet big cause I bet on myself
I'm so sick can't bet on my health
It is what it is
Got the merch in the bins
And the medicine the doctor gave a nigga won't help
TDE Jay Rock I win
One man team vs 12, I win
Fuck the circle that chu in
Since age of 10 I been on 10
I made moves, don't make amends
I made dollas, made new friends
I made myself into a boss
You make believe, you just pretend
Yeah
Everybody be wanting they spot
Got they hand in the pot man just because
I remember I was 13 got my Sidekick 3 jacked by crips not bloods
Don't matter where you at
Carson, Compton, Long Beach, shit name yo hood
First to the duffle bag and checkered flag like Hussle would
Get the dough like Hussle would
I'm so fly they peck my wood
Got the drive they check my hood
Get the dough like Hussle would
Run a lap like Hussle would
I got D Smoke, I'm supa' good
My chick be rollin' supa woods
I'll buy that block if Hussle could

I just
Hustle
Gotchu
I hustle
I gotchu
Hustle
Gotchu
Just hustle
I gotchu
Ima die a soldier
Milly rock magnolia
I smoke that California
Ass so fat like Doja

I just
Hustle
I gotchu
Hustle
I gotchu
Hustle
I gotchu
I hustle
I gotchu
Ima die a soldier (Soldier)
Milly rock magnolia (Magnolia)
I smoke that California (That fornia')
Ass so fat like Doja (Doja)

Written by:
Richard Freeman Jr.

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