Hustler’s Wife lyrics

[Intro]
This gon' really hurt y'all n*ggas feelings
Let me turn this sh*t all the way up
Griselda, Black Soprano

[Verse 1]
Yo, half a block on the road, I only stop for the toll
di*k ridin' not in the code (nah...)
I really threw a pot on the stove, they used to cop it and go
Now all our watches is froze
You only f*ckin' gossipin' hoes, but if I got her she cold
I never met a chick that I couldn't mold
I'm on Collins gettin' top in a Rolls, with a Glock that'll blow
Got ten bands on me rockin' Vlone
I caught cocaine cases, students turned into gangstas
Lieutenants know us by our first name basis
I can tell these n*ggas bullsh*ttin', ain't savin' (bullsh*ttin')
We front you a brick, every week you make payments
I stood on the corner just to get me a fit
I get a cut, I get a blunt, then get me a b*tch
Now when the work land, we get 60 a clip
Ask Ahk, I met the n*gga tryin' to get me a brick (haha)
Yeah, you know it's real when you got 30 in the trunk
And a strap, and you know the cash dirty as the gun (woo!)
Imagine this, sad mother buryin' her son
He was carryin' his gun since he was barely 21
Work so hard it'll really break scales (break scales)
Cartels givin' n*ggas NBA deals
Had to sell rocks, the mailbox was full of late bills
I was sellin' 'caine before Wayne signed Jae Millz, n*gga (ahhh)
[Chorus]
Lockin' up the dope with a butter knife
Broke n*ggas askin' what is life
I trapped 100 days, 100 nights
Don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife
I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice
Yeah, broke n*ggas askin' what is life
Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights
Uhh, don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife, ahhh

[Verse 2]
Look, I never heard a hustler starvin', cut it and toss it
She got n*ggas, none of 'em bosses
What you know about a quarter brick under the faucet?
Fatigue coats and Timb boots, a bunch of New Yorkers
I got daughters, they remember makin' visits in prison
Not only me, my baby momma had to live with the sentence
When sh*t get the realest, sometimes we forget why we in this
Had to learn how to separate business from friendships
(I learnt the hard way)
On the plane to JFK watchin' the pre-game show
And lovey gon' shoot your wedding up if we say go
I really never heard of a place that we can't go
The family line spread the trap phone pre-paid though
I'm in the streets with the dope fiends, vests and shooters
I take trap money, rap money, Western Union
Don't never f*ck with rappers, they act funny unless it's music
f*cked around and got a deal, the detectives blew it, ahhh
[Chorus]
Lockin' up the dope with a butter knife
Broke n*ggas askin' what is life
I trapped 100 days, 100 nights
Don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife
I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice
Yeah, broke n*ggas askin what is life
Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights
Uhh, don't let my daughter be a hustler's wife, ahhh