Hustle lyrics

[Verse 1: Peezy]
We the syrup gang, all we do is pour
All the b*tches love us, all the jewelers know
With some bad b*tches, drinking Julio
And when that bag touch, we make it Julio
Seventy-five, thirty-five, the clearest raw
Soon as I touch down, he gon' clear me off
You don't hear what I'm saying? n*gga, hear me out
Twenty band turn around, b*tch, you hear me now?
Got a eighth rolled, got a eight poured
That's some rich n*gga Sprite, it cost a bankroll
Backwood stuffed with dope, look like I can't roll
And free my hustle boy fam, n*gga, case closed

[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P]
I'm a boss, sell work and don't touch it
n*gga, I can make a band doing nothing
I'm a hustle boy, n*gga, where the money?
Got twenty on me now, all hundreds
f*cking with the syrup gang, got me sipping lean
It ain't the same without the Sprite and beans
I just got connected with a kingpin
Break bread with my squad, watch my team win
Turn around for the double up
Double back on the n*gga 'til I double up
Broke n*gga, better hustle up
'Cause we gon' ball 'til we fall, ain't no stopping us
[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 3: HB Twin]
I hustle, I get it
The road? I hit it
Your ho? I did it
Your bro? he snitching
Four-fours be whistling
New year, n*gga, spent stacks on the Pistons
Got some new gear, n*gga, stuff them locs in my denims
Got a new b*tch, n*gga, eat my di*k while I'm chilling
Blowing on crumbs, sipping on Ac', it got me feeling
Like f*ck these n*ggas, I'ma grind up on a million
Winter time, long sleeves, put the foreign up
But I don't drive, b*tch, I'm in the back pouring up
b*tch, I'm balling, I ain't came out my warm up
I'm riding through the red zone throwing Warren up
[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on