CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hustle Mode
Ayy
Lil', uh, uh
I'ma (Don Saulo on the track), uh
Aight
Yeah
Lil' b*t*h
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
Short-ass n***a but I got a big stature
X3 sport mode, gotta drive faster
Copped the holy Ghost, b*t*hes thinkin' I'm a pastor
Powered by a God while I'm headed to the kasbah
Go Danny Phantom on a b*t*h, 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 spaced out like NASA
The homies tryna hit it, I don't think that I'm passin'
b*t*h, 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*t*h on my d**k 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**k your b*t*hes up in Tulum and Rosarita
I ain't reachin' out for no features 'cause I don't need 'em
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
Pull up to my n***as, we smokin' and countin' cash rolls
Fans hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, I had to let it show
b*t*hes 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***as talk sh*t all day, ain't that pitiful?
Big bank take lil' bank, now it's doors closed
I'm a Memphis n***a, I don't care about the peace, bro
Only bad b*t*hes 'round us, you keep a cheap ho
on that b*t*h, need I say more?
I hope a b*t*h 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*t*h sad, now she lookin' like she Igor
Saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more
n***as mad as f**k because I no longer do chores
I keep a b*t*h for that, so be careful, it could be yours
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
Lil', uh, uh
I'ma (Don Saulo on the track), uh
Aight
Yeah
Lil' b*t*h
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
Short-ass n***a but I got a big stature
X3 sport mode, gotta drive faster
Copped the holy Ghost, b*t*hes thinkin' I'm a pastor
Powered by a God while I'm headed to the kasbah
Go Danny Phantom on a b*t*h, 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 spaced out like NASA
The homies tryna hit it, I don't think that I'm passin'
b*t*h, 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*t*h on my d**k 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**k your b*t*hes up in Tulum and Rosarita
I ain't reachin' out for no features 'cause I don't need 'em
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
Pull up to my n***as, we smokin' and countin' cash rolls
Fans hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, I had to let it show
b*t*hes 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***as talk sh*t all day, ain't that pitiful?
Big bank take lil' bank, now it's doors closed
I'm a Memphis n***a, I don't care about the peace, bro
Only bad b*t*hes 'round us, you keep a cheap ho
on that b*t*h, need I say more?
I hope a b*t*h 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*t*h sad, now she lookin' like she Igor
Saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more
n***as mad as f**k because I no longer do chores
I keep a b*t*h for that, so be careful, it could be yours
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*t*h, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode
