Hustling All Day lyrics

[Intro]
Meech

[Verse 1: Beno & Drego]
Lil boy you ain't heard?
My plug from San Antonio, I think he play with the Spurs
Thirty-three b*tches, just like Larry Bird
I'm sippin' a six, my n*gga Skuba be slurred
I had to wash my hands, the residue off the work
Man I said you're good with your lips, she said you're good with your words
I'm lookin' myself up lil b*tch to see just how much I'm worth
I'm start up my day with that cookie blunt and the syrup
She startin' off her day with some good di*k and the perc
Oh baby girl you ain't heard? we pushin' this work
I'm loaded on beams, sixty thou be the work
I swear she expensive, it's five thousand her purse

[Verse 2: GT]
Back up young dog, this not what you think
White buffs look like I chipeed 'em off the sink
I flip two times a week, that's Tennessee
Lately I been huggin' the rod, I can't sleep
We buyin' it all, we blowed it on you boys
n*ggas been too quiet, we been makin' all the noise
I'm tryna hide my face, I'm on the 'Hound
Came back with eighty racks, ain't make a sound
Turn around on the blues, double up, that's on the food
I f*ck with the herb too, I get that for twenty-two
Probably won't see me if this bag touch
But you might just see me 'cause I'm actin' up
I get paid on the third from before the first
I made hella plays before I ever wrote a verse
Calculations every day, put my money first
That n*gga ratted on his mans, I don't know what's worse, n*gga
[Chorus: Drego, GT & Beno]
Them hitters hit you in broad day, been thuggin' since hallways
Money long as a hallway, made it off dog plays
Forty tucked in the Balmains, I give you a bald fade
Really some road runners, should be in the hall of fame
We really be pole clutching, I up at you running man
You up it on Instagram, we ride in your crib fam
I know some young wild n*ggas that really don't give a damn
Just talked to big unc, he out in Cali, he tapped me in
Them hitters hit you in broad day, been thuggin' since hallways
Money long as a hallway, made it off dog plays
Forty tucked in the Balmains, I give you a bald fade
Really some road runners, should be in the hall of fame