G French - Hustlin Lyrics

Just record that phone
Yeah
Just talked to granda for four hours
I be listening
Learning from him
I watched him take his insulin
He put a needle
In his stomach
He told me
You can be whatever
Germon you got to want it
I know I got to stay focused
Sometimes I don't like you
But I love you
Clock them, bag them, seal them
Hit the road
This shit ain't nothing
Wake up, flame up, pop out
Now I'm trying to
Go get some money
I'd rather have to much
It be times
I don't got enough
Thinking to myself
Your nine tucked
G don't let them touch you
State Patrol
Behind my uber
Lord don't let them pull me
I'm in it for the money
That's the only reason
I do this
I put drums in my pistols
Put drums in my sticks
Ask my bitch
I ain't lying
She see how I live
I be tucking a pistol
When I'm out in public
No way
That I'm leaving it
In the whip
Ain't been f*cking around lately
I need me some money
But won't do no
Sucker shit
For a check
And I don't f*ck with niggas
Unless they're my niggas
Just know
I'm demanding my respect
I pop out with my ears on
I'm hearing everything
I've been trying to run it up
That's the main thing
I've been sliding, making plays
Damn near all day
Driving fast, switching lanes
On the highway
I got morals and I'm loyal
That's how I was raised
You got to be a leader son
That's what my momma say
Pull the sifter out
I'm about to separate the shake
I be tweaking, Got to chill
Can't throw my life away
I clock them, bag them, seal them up
That's a triple triple threat
I ain't going to lie
I love a bitch
With her titties pierced
I ain't no dummy
Most these niggas
Ain't got common sense
Stay loyal
Play your part
And we're locked in
I tell it how it is
I'm hard to get along with
I bought my girl
Some Ugg slides
She ain't ask for them
Dukes taking trips
She's calling me
From Cabo
Three guns
Two phones
I'm in trap mode
I'm going to pull out my pistols
My sticks and my bullet proof vest
If a nigga want to f*ck with me
I've been smoking these Blazy Susan papers
Maestro Raw Tips
Got me high as a bumblebee
And it's free Cuz'
He caught a body
Nigga tried to stab him
He's been gone since like '17
But we talk on the phone
He texts me from his cell
Because I told him
I'll hold him down until he's free
I f*ck her from the back
I f*ck her on her back
About to nut
She say bust it all
On her chest
Having talks with myself
G you got to get rich
Or die trying
Now I'm feeling
Like 50 Cent
Whether rap work or not
I'm going to get me a check
I'm a hustler
I'll be straight regardless
She be sucking my dick
While I sit back and smoke
Grab her ass
While she lays right beside me
I ain't have shit to eat
Only water to drink
How you turn on your dog
I was starving
I can't go back to that
So I got to stay focused
I'm keeping my mind
On the dollars
I'll be out there all day
I'll be out there all night
Do whatever
I ain't planning on stopping
And I lay my head down
Next to pistols
And choppas
Just in case they want to rob me
I'd rather die
Than be disloyal
I'm a real one
I'm talking to my granda
I'm gaining wisdom
I'm talking to my grandma
I know she feel me
Off the liquor
And the weed
That's the real me
I be sliding
Like a trolly on the train tracks
Blowing smoke out the window
With the roof cracked
I be thumbing through the cash
Before I lay back
Rubberband the racks
Duck them off
Before I relax
Yeah man
It's G French you know
I'm still locked in man
I ain't went nowhere man
I just been trying
To get me a bag man
I'm just trying to stay focused
Stay out the way man
Get me some money man
You know