Imma Hustla (W.C.Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ca$his]
Yeah
It's Bogish, baby!
Look at that (yeah), smoking that
f*ck with me!

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll

[Verse 1: Ca$his]
You know that, uppercuts to repercussion for suckers bluffing
Tie e'm up, stuff him in the trunk, with the speakers bumping
My speech is rugged, it's cooking coke on the easy oven
Drunk, bumping Eazy-Duz-It, smoking on my weed in public
Attitude is f*ck it, pullin' out my di*k you suck it
I ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my dreams and millions
And we thuggin' while you be clubbin'
Your life is like an afterparty till you see n*ggas running
Killas big as big pop slumbed in, and n*ggas ain't retaliating but nothing
And all that hard talk was just bluffing
Destined and disgusted and new n*ggas is not trusted
If it's money, I'mma touch it, ball over it was something
n*ggas live frontin', but I'mma die stunin'
Petrifying the pus*y, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
I keep my gun up by my stomach and I'm blunted
b*tch, it's Bogish brand, n*gga
None of you pus*y n*ggas want it, uh
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Did all the sh*t, man, on my own
Look at my resume, that b*tch long
Wish a n*gga would say he put me on
(It didn't work), tears in the game going strong
And I've in this sh*t since like '02
Look at my bullsh*t I've been through
n*ggas say f*ck me, f*ck them too
n*gga I don't give a f*ck of none of them dudes
I'mma hustla, get your hustla
These rap bands is my customers
And my trap jump, and my trap jump, and my trap jumping like double dutch
These blow n*ggas is crazy, these DJ's fugaysie
I'm a made man, you ain't made me
Want meals son, you gotta pay me
Ghost rider, n*gga check the credit
Gas man, all I spit is 91-11
Lot apologizing in the game
A n*gga like me unapologetic
n*ggas say that they real, n*gga they fake as f*ck, and this sh*t pathetic
I call it like I see it, like I'm 20-20
And I tell you to your face, n*gga, you n*ggas pus*y

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
[Verse 3: Roccett]
Come on, when Roccett be rapping, you know when that rocket be killing
Yeah, my n*ggas is dressing all black 'cause my n*ggas is feelings
Yeah, we slang the coke up by the polo
Still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we know mo'
b*tch, we got the pistols and you know we shoot at
All my n*ggas just like Nike, all we do is duet
Uh, we have your b*tch for a nighter
And that's your b*tch so don't trip, we don't even like her
Look, I'm 'bout my paper, my mully, your baby mama's a groupie
My n*gga snatch all your cookies, cause all y'all n*ggas is pus*y
Cause they daddies was pus*y, all my n*ggas like Pac
So n*gga, don't even push me, I'm on the grind for this cheddar
You surrounded my Jeddah, this little n*gga was mean
Used to flash my Beretta, a big shout out to my team
And all of my bast*rds, a real west coast n*gga
Shout out to real n*gga Ca$his, we on it

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
If you ain't got no paper left
Better get your paper right
I don't go to sleep, n*gga
I don't even say good night
Get it day and night, I'm slinging like I'm weighing white
Stay and fight buster Douglas
Slay a mic, hustlers love us
Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me to other suckers
It's all gravy motherf*cker 'cause I smother f*ckers
Speak the language of the streets when I'm banging beats
I was slanging pieces back when Jeezy used to hang with Meech
Rocking more shine on the jackas
Winning bankers winning rich
They nose dive, getting close lined, like I'm hanging sheets
Slaughterhouse, Nickel, Joey, Crooked I, and Yaowa
How a group get a symbol by the higher power
Rifle power in my coup, I'm the Eiffel Tower
And my host just got more toasters than a bridal shower
Hear the pain in my voice when they hit the right pitch
I was born in a ditch, but I'mma die rich
[Verse 5: Goldie Gold]
Talk to the hit, here come offbrand, watch what you're sayin'
Spill gang, fuel gang, real gang, every[?] gang back up in this thang
Money chaser, paper chaser, petty chaser, shellcase catcher
On the notify, try my homicide
Every verse, won't face your death (Hugh)
Apesh*t, what's up, guess what?
Questions off, taking your block over
[?], we don't KK [?]
I'm on my watch, left posts can knock over
From the king of New York, it's been very [?], I'm a [?]
I p*ss on California, sh*t on the South, that's of course
Back to the gooder, pass to my shooter
Doo-doo-doo, y'all [?] of future
Take your free benz and watch you take a stand
Then boo-ya, jungler, hustle harder, muscle of the [?]
Just imagine what I'd do with you daughter
Manslaughter, I'mma

[Hook: Ca$his]
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll
I'mma hustla, find me where it's raking in dough
And you's a busta, softer than the regular ho
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron ya know
And when you hit the ground I'mma roll