[Verse 1: Damedot]
\nGot it all on me feelin' crazy (Feelin' lit)
\nReached in the Robins, felt the keys to the spaceship
\nFeelin' like a daddy 'cause I just whipped a baby (Lean)
\nAin't wanna fuck your bitch, but this iced Rollie made me (Okay)
\nWay I do my thing in the kitchen, shit amazing (Out of control)
\nCaught my bitch starin' at me one day, it was crazy (Who you lookin' at?)
\nMy granny told me shit come to who wait, but I'm impatient (Can't wait)
\nBaggin' up these onions got my fuckin' head achin' (Drank)
\nHit the strip club, I got ten all dubs
\nShoot, make it rain, that's what I'ma get to throwin'
\nOut-of-town call say it's 'bout to start snowin' (Hello?)
\nThat's all I need to hear, I got up and got in motion
\nHe asked me was the work swimmin'? Told him like the ocean
\nI can make the work jump, man, ain't talkin' 'bout no Jordans (Uh-huh)
\nWholе team eatin', I ain't talkin' no Tim Hortons (Facts)
\nHustle all night, feel likе a boss in the morning
\nNigga
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\n[Chorus]
\nI'm a hustler, baby, I operate like a boss
\nPut that raid to the work, I got a play full of soft
\nVVSs in my chain look like a lake or a boss
\nIf it's any leftovers, then I'm scrapin' 'em off
\nAnd it's crazy how a nigga gettin' paid just to talk
\nI go crazy every time I get played in the bar
\nNo, we ain't signed, but we gettin' cake like we are
\nYeah, I make grams, but I still play with ARs
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\n[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
\nThey already know (Know), they already knew (Been knew that)
\nRap feelin' homeless (Huh?), I ain't got a roof
\nBad bitches trailin' (Yeah), swervin' to the voo (Come on)
\nMet him at a show for me, Peezy hit him too (My nigga)
\nGram in my blunt (Loud), three in my juice (Act')
\nBaby, I'm Team Eastside, who is you? (Is you)
\nWalk in the club, watch these hoes get loose (Break it down)
\nYou come and get one, you might get two (Front you)
\nThat bitch you wifin', that's my boo (My thing)
\nAll-gold everything, trippin', me and Blue (Roley Gang)
\nRubberband bankrolls stickin' out my nudies (Yeah)
\nBitch, you must be stupid (Huh?), ball like I'm hoopin' (Dirt)
\n(Pass me my cup) Lawyer Jewish
\nGot so much loud, rollin' 'Woods like they loosies (Bitch)
\nLaughin' out Revive, walkin' in Carusies (Caruso)
\nReal Ghetto Boyz ride foreigns like hoopties
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\n[Chorus]
\nI'm a hustler, baby, I operate like a boss
\nPut that raid to the work, I got a play full of soft
\nVVSs in my chain look like a lake or a boss
\nIf it's any leftovers, then I'm scrapin' 'em off
\nAnd it's crazy how a nigga gettin' paid just to talk
\nI go crazy every time I get played in the bar
\nNo, we ain't signed, but we gettin' cake like we are
\nYeah, I make grams, but I still play with ARs
\n
\n[Verse 3: Peezy]
\nThey already know (They know), Ghetto Boyz, baby (Yeah)
\nDrop three times, had the ghetto goin' crazy (Remember?)
\nThree in one pop, I'm finna die, somebody save me
\nWore my Jesus piece to church, pastor thought that I was crazy (Yeah)
\nGrew up playin' ball (Ball), how I started trappin'? (I don't know)
\nWhen your whole hood filled with fiends, this what happen (You know?)
\nTeacher asked what I wanted to do, I said, "Traffic" (You hear me?)
\nLast time I seen her, we had Forgis on the Magnum (Bitch)
\nFat, black as ever (Peezy), Cartis white as Heaven (Buffs)
\nSippin' on purple (Gang), slingin' blues and yellows (Beans)
\nThirty-eight hundred in my pocket feelin' special (Somethin' light)
\nTwenty-five of that was all profit, I finessed 'em (Nigga)
\nFeelin' like loud (Yeah), lookin' all icy (Bum)
\nHad her geeked up, she say, "You Peezy?" Bitch, I might be (I might be)
\nHow is that your bitch but she textin' me in private?
\nJust the thought about that bag shootin' out get me excited (Uh)
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\n[Chorus]
\nI'm a hustler, baby, I operate like a boss
\nPut that raid to the work, I got a play full of soft
\nVVSs in my chain look like a lake or a boss
\nIf it's any leftovers, then I'm scrapin' 'em off
\nAnd it's crazy how a nigga gettin' paid just to talk
\nI go crazy every time I get played in the bar
\nNo, we ain't signed, but we gettin' cake like we are
\nYeah, I make grams, but I still play with ARs\n\n
