Rob49, Birdman ft. Kevin Gates - Hustler's Anthem V2 Lyrics

Yeah '84, '94, '20, two type shit (yeah)
Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped
Ain't playin' no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Hold this shit down, blood
You understand me?
Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, nigga

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, thats me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo, I miss my wo
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go

Yeah, I don't know what happened to my
Savage but I can’t turn him down
My girl a freak
I kiss her feet before I eat her out
Two years ago, I ain't have nowhere to live
(Aight) nigga bossed up quick and bought
My moms a crib
A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich
December, I was fucked up
You niggas lucked up
My mama put that dope up
To dodge the task force money, sex, drugs
Violence thats what they told us
Was good for the youth
I'm a baby Larry Hoover (alright)
I bless her, hallelujah
Im fucking her every day
I'm dogging her out every way, eat pussy
Crème brûlée
For God, the big boss, the real one, alright
I still keep my hammer incase
Need to nail something, alright
I still call my ho in case I miss her
Alright
I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go

Alright, guilted on me bad, it made a tear
Don't try to stop me
Media been scared 'cause I ain't
Turnin' out or no problems
Fake rappers actin' like they
Rockin' how I'm rockin'
Afraid to stand beside me but
Salutin' me in private
Love the swag, I drop a bag
But you ain't never killed nobody
Say I tried to kick a bitch
But I ain't into soccer
Radio won't even play my songs
My own city blockin'
Stop bookin' for me shows
How was I 'posed to feel about it?
Hmm, right back to the
Kitchen, whoopin' chicken, still empowered
Had one in syringes, for a zip
They kill a body
Luca Branson, pressure, yeah, that's me
"Kevin, what you think?" "Killer
What you say?" s-s-slicin' up the white
He caught with sticks and playing hockey
Thought because she owned the
Restaurant that she could stand on top of me
Told her, "Bend it over", lick
Her ass and pussy, sloppy
Hit 'em with that voodoo dick
And now she bein' toxic

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go