LightPo, Lil B - Hustle Go Lyrics

Just like a fry, I'm fried
Just like a tie, I'm tied
Just like the five, I got guys
Wait, Aye
Just like a fry, I'm fried
Pull up to the five with my guys
Pull up with the guys that got ties
Pull up with guys, that's no lies
And I'm getting mean money, told it be nice
Pull up like a Kaws doll, give ya crossed eyes
Pull up, when I pull up I'm fresh man
Ain't never went to college, so I never was a freshman
If you knew me back then, then you know me past tense
My life a movie, I be fucking on an actress
Give em a song, and then I told em blast this
I be smoking cheetah piss, no, I don't pass this
Call her a boat, cause she got all my seamen
Had to rub my eyes, make sure I'm not dreaming
Like I'm on vacation, I got that pack
Like a bag of potatoes, I got that sack
Die bout my bitch, but bitch you gon' die back?
I be smoking weed, and I brought tie dye back
I go to the spot, bring me ten dime bags
And I walk out with a dime, it be like that
Said she like my swag, said bitch how you like that
She getting to the bag, and I really really like that
Fighting demons in the air, I swear they don't fight back
And I ben do this shit, no aflack
Got ya bitch fitted, now she taking off ya snapback
Shit that you be wearing now, I been had that
You be in the same spot, swear I been passed that
You be on the same block, swear you don't leave bro
Had to find my style, kinda like they found Nemo
I go, you go, straight to where the weed go
And I'm the plug, think I know where the weed grow
And I'm cold, thinking zero below
And I'm old but I'm still just a youngin
And I know that you bluffing, you ain't really on nothing
And I swear I be puffing, prolly thinking bout something
And I'm looking real cool, might as well get running
Steal a couple hundred dollars, man I'm so cunning
I go up, no I'm not gonna come down
She needa' calm down, she be getting hostile
And I'm ten toes down, check out my profile
And I got hoes now, check out my boat house
And you got no style, tag on ya clothes now
Think I passed your car, shit kinda look broke down
Think I needa' get a new style they tryna take me old style
Looking at my money man the shit is kinda tall now
Just like a tie, I'm tied
Just like I died, I'm fresh
Just like a teacher I test em
Pull up, underneath vest on
Pull up, Japanese denim
Five days I had them on
My pants might be Vetements
I don't even know
That's just how the hustle go
That's just how the hustle go
That's just how the hustle go

Just like a fry, I'm fried
Just like a tie, I'm tied
Just like the five, I got guys
Wait, Aye
Just like a fry, I'm fried
Pull up to the five with my guys
Pull up with the guys that got ties
Pull up with guys, that's no lies
And I'm getting mean money, told it be nice
Pull up like a Kaws doll, give ya crossed eyes
Pull up, when I pull up I'm fresh man
Ain't never went to college, so I never was a freshman
If you knew me back then, then you know me past tense
My life a movie, I be fucking on an actress
Give em a song, and then I told em blast this
I be smoking cheetah piss, no, I don't pass this
Call her a boat, cause she got all my seamen
Had to rub my eyes, make sure I'm not dreaming
Like I'm on vacation, I got that pack
Like a bag of potatoes, I got that sack
Die bout my bitch, but bitch you gon' die back?
I be smoking weed, and I brought tie dye back
I go to the spot, bring me ten dime bags
And I walk out with a dime, it be like that
Said she like my swag, said bitch how you like that
She getting to the bag, and I really really like that
Fighting demons in the air, I swear they don't fight back
And I ben do this shit, no aflack
Got ya bitch fitted, now she taking off ya snapback
Shit that you be wearing now, I been had that
You be in the same spot, swear I been passed that
You be on the same block, swear you don't leave bro
Had to find my style, kinda like they found Nemo
I go, you go, straight to where the weed go
And I'm the plug, think I know where the weed grow
And I'm cold, thinking zero below
And I'm old but I'm still just a youngin
And I know that you bluffing, you ain't really on nothing
And I swear I be puffing, prolly thinking bout something
And I'm looking real cool, might as well get running
Steal a couple hundred dollars, man I'm so cunning
I go up, no I'm not gonna come down
She needa' calm down, she be getting hostile
And I'm ten toes down, check out my profile
And I got hoes now, check out my boat house
And you got no style, tag on ya clothes now
Think I passed your car, shit kinda look broke down
Think I needa' get a new style they tryna take me old style
Looking at my money man the shit is kinda tall now
Just like a tie, I'm tied
Just like I died, I'm fresh
Just like a teacher I test em
Pull up, underneath vest on
Pull up, Japanese denim
Five days I had them on
My pants might be Vetements
I don't even know
That's just how the hustle go
That's just how the hustle go
That's just how the hustle go