On SIX shit he don't know how the f*ck we bled
Bitch come hold my pack
Call me Six got my back never lack
I rock round with crip niggas but we'll spill yo blood on a slat
I'd take a pussy boy fire then hit him with my gat
Gotta do this shit for my momma gotta do this shit for 'paps
RIP to my fallen soldiers never forget about that
I'm just like 'unc with this music shit but I could never fold for that
Granny said this shit aint gone take us far
Or get a nigga out the track
I keep pushing my earnings ways deep up under my dealers mat
They call me Six but i'm number one in black
And i'll go flip yo pack
Broken seed from the rose I showed you love
But you aint never gave it back
F*ck that up north shit this southside
I gotta go and keep it a stack
Cheese dope and checks all I like got me surrounded by these rats
P's choke and coke and cash on bloat
Now these cats run with the bat
Flash grenade I pop a Lock in my sock
This shit like a VSAT
I play chess you play checkers all with that cheese
I'll melt yo ass like a krabby pat-
This some project trap but I aint pat
This a diddy ass stick boy can you take dat?
Yeah we blowin like it's LA
But we'll blow yo ass like iraq
You can think I praise allah the way i'd float in a jet
My prada bitch soul tied we don't needa tat (Wait wait hold on a minute-)
Man f*ck that shit we getting off topic
Gotta go hustle for that pack
Stupid ass bitch
You need to hustle hard
Hustle
23 Jordan go full charge
Tell that bitch shut the f*ck up and split my f*cking gar
While I race to my death bitch while I spin this f*ckin' car
Bitch
You need to hustle harder
Bitch
You need to hustle harder (Splat!)
That's how it's gone sound when I hit that pussy boy with my guitar
We smoking that Ed pack man that shit too f*ckin' hard
Need to hustle
Vengeance - HUSTLE HARDA Lyrics
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On SIX shit he don't know how the f*ck we bled
Bitch come hold my pack
Call me Six got my back never lack
I rock round with crip niggas but we'll spill yo blood on a slat
I'd take a pussy boy fire then hit him with my gat
Gotta do this shit for my momma gotta do this shit for 'paps
RIP to my fallen soldiers never forget about that
I'm just like 'unc with this music shit but I could never fold for that
Granny said this shit aint gone take us far
Or get a nigga out the track
I keep pushing my earnings ways deep up under my dealers mat
They call me Six but i'm number one in black
And i'll go flip yo pack
Broken seed from the rose I showed you love
But you aint never gave it back
F*ck that up north shit this southside
I gotta go and keep it a stack
Cheese dope and checks all I like got me surrounded by these rats
P's choke and coke and cash on bloat
Now these cats run with the bat
Flash grenade I pop a Lock in my sock
This shit like a VSAT
I play chess you play checkers all with that cheese
I'll melt yo ass like a krabby pat-
This some project trap but I aint pat
This a diddy ass stick boy can you take dat?
Yeah we blowin like it's LA
But we'll blow yo ass like iraq
You can think I praise allah the way i'd float in a jet
My prada bitch soul tied we don't needa tat (Wait wait hold on a minute-)
Man f*ck that shit we getting off topic
Gotta go hustle for that pack
Stupid ass bitch
You need to hustle hard
Hustle
23 Jordan go full charge
Tell that bitch shut the f*ck up and split my f*cking gar
While I race to my death bitch while I spin this f*ckin' car
Bitch
You need to hustle harder
Bitch
You need to hustle harder (Splat!)
That's how it's gone sound when I hit that pussy boy with my guitar
We smoking that Ed pack man that shit too f*ckin' hard
Need to hustle
Bitch come hold my pack
Call me Six got my back never lack
I rock round with crip niggas but we'll spill yo blood on a slat
I'd take a pussy boy fire then hit him with my gat
Gotta do this shit for my momma gotta do this shit for 'paps
RIP to my fallen soldiers never forget about that
I'm just like 'unc with this music shit but I could never fold for that
Granny said this shit aint gone take us far
Or get a nigga out the track
I keep pushing my earnings ways deep up under my dealers mat
They call me Six but i'm number one in black
And i'll go flip yo pack
Broken seed from the rose I showed you love
But you aint never gave it back
F*ck that up north shit this southside
I gotta go and keep it a stack
Cheese dope and checks all I like got me surrounded by these rats
P's choke and coke and cash on bloat
Now these cats run with the bat
Flash grenade I pop a Lock in my sock
This shit like a VSAT
I play chess you play checkers all with that cheese
I'll melt yo ass like a krabby pat-
This some project trap but I aint pat
This a diddy ass stick boy can you take dat?
Yeah we blowin like it's LA
But we'll blow yo ass like iraq
You can think I praise allah the way i'd float in a jet
My prada bitch soul tied we don't needa tat (Wait wait hold on a minute-)
Man f*ck that shit we getting off topic
Gotta go hustle for that pack
Stupid ass bitch
You need to hustle hard
Hustle
23 Jordan go full charge
Tell that bitch shut the f*ck up and split my f*cking gar
While I race to my death bitch while I spin this f*ckin' car
Bitch
You need to hustle harder
Bitch
You need to hustle harder (Splat!)
That's how it's gone sound when I hit that pussy boy with my guitar
We smoking that Ed pack man that shit too f*ckin' hard
Need to hustle
Writer: TJ Goodson
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