Real Hustla lyrics

[Intro: Nuk]
(Rado)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
My mama say, "You keep runnin' with squad, you gon' see demons
All this dog, I had bigger plans than Max Keeble
Couple hoes ain't make it to my bed, but I backseat 'em
It's a couple hoes I ain't get to they head 'cause they back leechin'
My b*tches askin' me like, "Do you mean it?" I'm like, "Not a lit"
Pop an opp, I caught him backseatin' just like Roddy Ricch

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, real hustler, I can sell some water to a fish
Man, in the kitchen, ain't no grits, it's dog food, not for pits, n*gga
I hate when n*ggas just be tryna run they mouth
I been done sat a n*gga down like he was chillin' on the couch
Me and your b*tch cool as hell, man, I be chillin' in her mouth
We in and out, stop and go like Kyrie Irving off the bounce, n*gga

[Verse 3: Nuk]
I can't even say you got you one if I ain't see you murder
He thought he was gon' ball out like Kyrie, but he ain't see the summer
I can't even say that I'm a fighter 'cause I be with Gummond
All these beans, they say I'm an idol just like Ruben Studdard
I be out here countin' all my ties just like new beginning
We ain't finna have it when we die, so all we do is spend it
I be out here trappin' off the hip, but I'm not with [?]
Told 'em if they want that orange ball, they can shop with [?]
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, n*ggas in my mentions tryna beef, that ain't street
Get off the 'Gram, get in the streets, it's gon' be another R.I.P
Man, real villain, n*ggas dyin', we be laughin'
Man, really crackin' up, passin' blunts
The way they hit your mans, I heard they had to keep the casket shut
Hula hoops, man, we be really ballin', n*gga
And they got ten R.I.Ps, we tryna kill all them n*ggas
Don't get me started, n*gga, man, matter fact, man, let me change the subject
Every Glock, it be on aunt every day just like your favorite cousin
See, n*ggas was still hoopin'
I was on the block, Lonzo Ball, workin' on my shooting
Man, know some n*ggas dunk like John Wall, but they playin' stupid

[Verse 5: Nuk]
You left that lil' 41 plain, you should've made a statement
I put on my gloves to catch a ball, I'm like Gary Payton
My n*ggas probably f*ck with me the most when I ain't had no label
My fiends callin' me the candyman, but I ain't Sammy Davis
I'll drop you just like Sammy Wa 'cause you a petty copper
See some boy and I can't help but lock it, Andy Milonakis
Swear to God he only wanted profit 'til he made that docket
I be tellin' n*ggas what it was, ain't gotta fake they love
They gave brodie 'nem so many years, I could've hung the judge

[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
The risk the kid, if I go broke, sh*t, I'ma have to walk the plug
Plug walkin' with my gun, can't leave the hood, this sh*t too fun
Ride around with Draco in a stolen whip, shoot it and run
RIP Paid and my n*gga Cove, a lot of sh*t ain't how it was, n*gga
You can't be from the hood and never in the hood, that sh*t ain't hood
I know I'm good, I hang with serial killers like I was Suge
n*gga quit hoopin', but I got a shot like Michael on the Bulls
A n*gga see us out and act like they don't see us out, that's how we shoot 'em