Hustlers & Shooters
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โฑ๏ธ 2:35 duration
๐ ID: 11433348
๐ Lyrics
(Montana Corleone made this one)
(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I keep that Glizock on me, it's a part of my drip, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
That chopstick like a Beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
Yeah, I'm all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
I'm cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp', no sympathy
My circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can't get in
Tell the opps get off my dick, yeah, that's just for your bitch
SRT so fast, I might die if I switch the gears
Cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
Shoot 'til you get killed, on bond, I spent 'bout two mil'
Can't be stopped, sat back and did some time, but I know this my year
Yeah, uh, fightin' cases, still trappin', uh (A lot)
This ho got no ass, but got a nice face
I still capped her (No cap)
Rollin' up opps on the daily
We dump bullets and dump ashes (Yeah)
Racks in my pants got me saggin', for this bread
Three-sixty crashin'
Nothin' but closed caskets, nigga (Fah)
Headshots, no cappin', nigga (Yeah)
Have my young nigga wrap a nigga (Wrap)
I ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper nigga (Uh-uh)
Yeah, no cap, no actin', nigga (No cap)
These niggas, they fake, they action figures (Yeah)
I hopped in the coupe and I smash it, nigga (Skrrt)
Ten whips in a row, white folks like
"He ain't no average nigga"
Pull up presidential
SUV on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
Drop lo', know we gon' kill him
M's on M's, murder, millions, I might just send 'em
Shit bag gang on one album
Certified stepper be the anthem, I ain't have to go to trial
These niggas like to talk down
Spent that on a watch, real Cartier, real bustdown
RR Gang, make shit bite dust
Chopper save the day, but in Glocks we trust
Left out with your jewel, then a rap nigga fucked
She fucked KATO and me, she cut
Runnin' through the money like Backpage sluts
Bags in the trap, no, I can't get enough
Smell it through the bag, man, this shit got a must
Big boy bag, know this shit A-plus
Plus, yeah, I been ballin' and gettin' my bucks
Yeah, it's never ever ever too much
Got two Maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
It ain't one girl in this world that I trust
I be takin' my stick everywhere, so what?
I told Tezzo don't switch up for nothin'
Shit, but he got a switch on his gun
Uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
Lam' truck, Rolls-Royce, damn, which one?
RR cutthroat, know I'm finna bomb
Catch him lackin', your shooter, we gon' cut off your arm
Real big dog, nigga, I ain't no Pom'
Diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
Make a nigga fall face-first if he try to run
Yeah, pussy, do your job, youngin trained to rob
All my young niggas on go, uh
Never pull my card, better pray to God
If you think Lil Zo a ho
Same young nigga sticks in the coat
You know we leave shit in the road
Can't be around us if you told (Nah)
You know that we cuttin' your throat (Throat)
(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I keep that Glizock on me, it's a part of my drip, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
That chopstick like a Beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
Yeah, I'm all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
I'm cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp', no sympathy
My circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can't get in
Tell the opps get off my dick, yeah, that's just for your bitch
SRT so fast, I might die if I switch the gears
Cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
Shoot 'til you get killed, on bond, I spent 'bout two mil'
Can't be stopped, sat back and did some time, but I know this my year
Yeah, uh, fightin' cases, still trappin', uh (A lot)
This ho got no ass, but got a nice face
I still capped her (No cap)
Rollin' up opps on the daily
We dump bullets and dump ashes (Yeah)
Racks in my pants got me saggin', for this bread
Three-sixty crashin'
Nothin' but closed caskets, nigga (Fah)
Headshots, no cappin', nigga (Yeah)
Have my young nigga wrap a nigga (Wrap)
I ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper nigga (Uh-uh)
Yeah, no cap, no actin', nigga (No cap)
These niggas, they fake, they action figures (Yeah)
I hopped in the coupe and I smash it, nigga (Skrrt)
Ten whips in a row, white folks like
"He ain't no average nigga"
Pull up presidential
SUV on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
Drop lo', know we gon' kill him
M's on M's, murder, millions, I might just send 'em
Shit bag gang on one album
Certified stepper be the anthem, I ain't have to go to trial
These niggas like to talk down
Spent that on a watch, real Cartier, real bustdown
RR Gang, make shit bite dust
Chopper save the day, but in Glocks we trust
Left out with your jewel, then a rap nigga fucked
She fucked KATO and me, she cut
Runnin' through the money like Backpage sluts
Bags in the trap, no, I can't get enough
Smell it through the bag, man, this shit got a must
Big boy bag, know this shit A-plus
Plus, yeah, I been ballin' and gettin' my bucks
Yeah, it's never ever ever too much
Got two Maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
It ain't one girl in this world that I trust
I be takin' my stick everywhere, so what?
I told Tezzo don't switch up for nothin'
Shit, but he got a switch on his gun
Uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
Lam' truck, Rolls-Royce, damn, which one?
RR cutthroat, know I'm finna bomb
Catch him lackin', your shooter, we gon' cut off your arm
Real big dog, nigga, I ain't no Pom'
Diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
Make a nigga fall face-first if he try to run
Yeah, pussy, do your job, youngin trained to rob
All my young niggas on go, uh
Never pull my card, better pray to God
If you think Lil Zo a ho
Same young nigga sticks in the coat
You know we leave shit in the road
Can't be around us if you told (Nah)
You know that we cuttin' your throat (Throat)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.88] (Montana Corleone made this one)
[00:10.10] (Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin')
[00:13.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:17.06] Bitch, I keep that Glizock on me, it's a part of my drip, uh
[00:20.74] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[00:23.89] That chopstick like a Beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
[00:27.19] Yeah, I'm all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
[00:30.83] I'm cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp', no sympathy
[00:34.30] My circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can't get in
[00:37.56] Tell the opps get off my dick, yeah, that's just for your bitch
[00:41.29] SRT so fast, I might die if I switch the gears
[00:44.47] Cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
[00:47.89] Shoot 'til you get killed, on bond, I spent 'bout two mil'
[00:51.04] Can't be stopped, sat back and did some time, but I know this my year
[00:54.70] Yeah, uh, fightin' cases, still trappin', uh (A lot)
[00:57.31] This ho got no ass, but got a nice face
[00:59.39] I still capped her (No cap)
[01:00.71] Rollin' up opps on the daily
[01:01.82] We dump bullets and dump ashes (Yeah)
[01:03.80] Racks in my pants got me saggin', for this bread
[01:06.13] Three-sixty crashin'
[01:07.25] Nothin' but closed caskets, nigga (Fah)
[01:09.80] Headshots, no cappin', nigga (Yeah)
[01:11.72] Have my young nigga wrap a nigga (Wrap)
[01:13.12] I ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper nigga (Uh-uh)
[01:15.65] Yeah, no cap, no actin', nigga (No cap)
[01:17.32] These niggas, they fake, they action figures (Yeah)
[01:19.06] I hopped in the coupe and I smash it, nigga (Skrrt)
[01:20.50] Ten whips in a row, white folks like
[01:21.49] "He ain't no average nigga"
[01:23.35] Pull up presidential
[01:24.88] SUV on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
[01:26.89] Drop lo', know we gon' kill him
[01:28.25] M's on M's, murder, millions, I might just send 'em
[01:30.24] Shit bag gang on one album
[01:31.64] Certified stepper be the anthem, I ain't have to go to trial
[01:33.94] These niggas like to talk down
[01:35.04] Spent that on a watch, real Cartier, real bustdown
[01:37.38] RR Gang, make shit bite dust
[01:38.74] Chopper save the day, but in Glocks we trust
[01:40.41] Left out with your jewel, then a rap nigga fucked
[01:42.17] She fucked KATO and me, she cut
[01:43.82] Runnin' through the money like Backpage sluts
[01:45.82] Bags in the trap, no, I can't get enough
[01:47.54] Smell it through the bag, man, this shit got a must
[01:49.26] Big boy bag, know this shit A-plus
[01:50.97] Plus, yeah, I been ballin' and gettin' my bucks
[01:53.79] Yeah, it's never ever ever too much
[01:55.48] Got two Maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
[01:57.42] It ain't one girl in this world that I trust
[01:58.82] I be takin' my stick everywhere, so what?
[02:00.58] I told Tezzo don't switch up for nothin'
[02:02.28] Shit, but he got a switch on his gun
[02:04.20] Uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
[02:07.60] Lam' truck, Rolls-Royce, damn, which one?
[02:09.36] RR cutthroat, know I'm finna bomb
[02:11.03] Catch him lackin', your shooter, we gon' cut off your arm
[02:12.76] Real big dog, nigga, I ain't no Pom'
[02:14.42] Diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
[02:16.15] Make a nigga fall face-first if he try to run
[02:17.96] Yeah, pussy, do your job, youngin trained to rob
[02:20.49] All my young niggas on go, uh
[02:22.17] Never pull my card, better pray to God
[02:23.86] If you think Lil Zo a ho
[02:25.57] Same young nigga sticks in the coat
[02:26.96] You know we leave shit in the road
[02:28.92] Can't be around us if you told (Nah)
[02:30.51] You know that we cuttin' your throat (Throat)
[02:32.25]
[00:10.10] (Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin')
[00:13.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:17.06] Bitch, I keep that Glizock on me, it's a part of my drip, uh
[00:20.74] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[00:23.89] That chopstick like a Beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
[00:27.19] Yeah, I'm all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
[00:30.83] I'm cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp', no sympathy
[00:34.30] My circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can't get in
[00:37.56] Tell the opps get off my dick, yeah, that's just for your bitch
[00:41.29] SRT so fast, I might die if I switch the gears
[00:44.47] Cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
[00:47.89] Shoot 'til you get killed, on bond, I spent 'bout two mil'
[00:51.04] Can't be stopped, sat back and did some time, but I know this my year
[00:54.70] Yeah, uh, fightin' cases, still trappin', uh (A lot)
[00:57.31] This ho got no ass, but got a nice face
[00:59.39] I still capped her (No cap)
[01:00.71] Rollin' up opps on the daily
[01:01.82] We dump bullets and dump ashes (Yeah)
[01:03.80] Racks in my pants got me saggin', for this bread
[01:06.13] Three-sixty crashin'
[01:07.25] Nothin' but closed caskets, nigga (Fah)
[01:09.80] Headshots, no cappin', nigga (Yeah)
[01:11.72] Have my young nigga wrap a nigga (Wrap)
[01:13.12] I ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper nigga (Uh-uh)
[01:15.65] Yeah, no cap, no actin', nigga (No cap)
[01:17.32] These niggas, they fake, they action figures (Yeah)
[01:19.06] I hopped in the coupe and I smash it, nigga (Skrrt)
[01:20.50] Ten whips in a row, white folks like
[01:21.49] "He ain't no average nigga"
[01:23.35] Pull up presidential
[01:24.88] SUV on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
[01:26.89] Drop lo', know we gon' kill him
[01:28.25] M's on M's, murder, millions, I might just send 'em
[01:30.24] Shit bag gang on one album
[01:31.64] Certified stepper be the anthem, I ain't have to go to trial
[01:33.94] These niggas like to talk down
[01:35.04] Spent that on a watch, real Cartier, real bustdown
[01:37.38] RR Gang, make shit bite dust
[01:38.74] Chopper save the day, but in Glocks we trust
[01:40.41] Left out with your jewel, then a rap nigga fucked
[01:42.17] She fucked KATO and me, she cut
[01:43.82] Runnin' through the money like Backpage sluts
[01:45.82] Bags in the trap, no, I can't get enough
[01:47.54] Smell it through the bag, man, this shit got a must
[01:49.26] Big boy bag, know this shit A-plus
[01:50.97] Plus, yeah, I been ballin' and gettin' my bucks
[01:53.79] Yeah, it's never ever ever too much
[01:55.48] Got two Maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
[01:57.42] It ain't one girl in this world that I trust
[01:58.82] I be takin' my stick everywhere, so what?
[02:00.58] I told Tezzo don't switch up for nothin'
[02:02.28] Shit, but he got a switch on his gun
[02:04.20] Uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
[02:07.60] Lam' truck, Rolls-Royce, damn, which one?
[02:09.36] RR cutthroat, know I'm finna bomb
[02:11.03] Catch him lackin', your shooter, we gon' cut off your arm
[02:12.76] Real big dog, nigga, I ain't no Pom'
[02:14.42] Diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
[02:16.15] Make a nigga fall face-first if he try to run
[02:17.96] Yeah, pussy, do your job, youngin trained to rob
[02:20.49] All my young niggas on go, uh
[02:22.17] Never pull my card, better pray to God
[02:23.86] If you think Lil Zo a ho
[02:25.57] Same young nigga sticks in the coat
[02:26.96] You know we leave shit in the road
[02:28.92] Can't be around us if you told (Nah)
[02:30.51] You know that we cuttin' your throat (Throat)
[02:32.25]