(Billy, what you cooking up?)
Uh, uh, uh
[Hustleman Quise]
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
[Hustleman Quise]
Brown box, Bubba wrapped, tell UPS endorse me
This that type of money'll make your momma friends wanna fuck you
I won't babysit these Bubbas, phone ring, another customer
Yellow C8 with the big F, this bitch the same color as mustard
Scammers wasn't givin' sauce, so I turned into a hustler
She used to work a regular job, but I done turned her to a stuffer
Just book a flight, came from the 'jects, but now I fuck on hoes, from Russia
I won't hang if he don't get off, I ain't fuckin' with no suckers, uh
[Hustleman Quise]
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
[Lane Gang Wells]
Real street nigga, it's a hundred just to talk
Everytime I take a step, chain swing when I walk
Won a heisman in the trap, know my stats like Marshall Faulk
Plug ain't have to front me nothin', everything I got was bought
I'm a dope boy, I ain't into wearin' clothes
I ain't have to sign a deal just to get my neck froze
Everyday I'm doin' deals like I'm Walmart or Lowe's
If the rap don't work, then I'm back to sellin' 'bows
[Hustleman Quise]
Used to dub me in the gap, now she mad 'cause I won't fuck her
I was hustlin', I wasn't lucky, boxes got my neck chunky
I hope God forgive me 'cause I still be servin' 'em on Sunday
I be spendin' this shit careless 'cause I got some more comin'
'Vette sittin' too low, took it back and told them lift it
P chain, but ain't from Philly, in the trap I made a killin'
Get 'em off, don't babysit 'em, I might frame the vacuum sealer
Get 'em off don't babysit 'em, I might frame the vacuum sealer
[Hustleman Quise]
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
Dope boy Dickies, I ain't with the dressin' weird
Hard to hear 'em talkin' down with all these karats in my ear
Rose gold, shit lookin' orange, you know all my karats clear
Feel like Jeezy early 2000s, I'm trapper of the year
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