We The Hustlers

[Intro]
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Verse 1: Driveway Baby]
You wanna hit the road? Gotta have your license straight
If we ain't got a rental, gotta have your title straight
'Cause I can't get flicked if we ain't got no license plate
This Perc' bitin' hard as fuck, I got the Tyson face
YSR the label, we ain't have no signing day
Couldn't fuck this bitch tonight, she had her cycle day
Bring out the long K, it's a rifle day
I can stab a bitch guts up like I'm at Michael place

[Verse 2: YSR Loski]
I ain't have a lot of money, I had to make a way
In a room shootin' with the scammers, playin' Beat the Bank
Why the hell you actin' like a shooter when you know you ain't?
I be shittin' on these niggas when I'm in the paint
Jay gon' damn near crash a Jag' when he off drank
I throw on Off-White on an off-day
Bruce down to take us, puttin' switches on all K's
Seventh grade, I was in the school catchin' plays in the hallway

[Verse 3: YSR Bruce]
I just did thirty-three hours in a rental
Made 60K in all giffies accidental
Percocet bitin', EDD, Purple denim
Chrome Heart drip, ayy
Ayy, Chrome Heart drip, a thousand dollars for the shirt
Nigga speakin' on Lil Sav, he in the dirt
I just bought an AR with a switch, this bitch work
A hundred-some shots, a thirty-six, he in the dirt

[Verse 4: NDGM Rambo]
I'm a problem, these pussy niggas can't stop me
Hit a nigga dead in his shit and get it poppin'
Drac' with the switch, that'll solve all the problems
Hit a nigga block with this bitch, the way I blow it, need a sponsor
Wipe a nigga nose with this bitch like he a toddler
Pussy-ass nigga, yeah, you just like your father
Hit a nigga with this bitch, give you a taper like your barber
Whole clip full of bald-heads, nigga, Vince Carter

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
We the hustlers, we ain't no motherfuckin' robbers
YSR shit, we is not Jon Connor
If my nigga wanna catch a play, I'ma lob him
If a nigga say he want some problems, nigga, we gon' solve it
You see them two chains on my neck, yeah, I bought 'em
He was stealin' out my bag 'til I caught him
Nigga ranned up on me, so I jogged him
I'll put them boys on your fuckin' head, don't make me call 'em

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
The bitch wanna— alright, huh, alright, haha
Yeah, bitch, bitch, alright
KrispyLife, nigga
My niggas got rich off the rap 'cause I taught 'em
The bitch wanna suck my dick, go, Autumn
This ain't rose gold no more, this autumn
My bitch hittin' them stores real good 'cause I taught her
I wouldn't take a bitch nowhere, even Bikini Bottom
Just met this bitch five minutes ago and I done seen her topless
Like you in a biker gang, we'll surround your crew with choppers
I'm a really a mob boss, bitch, yeah, I'm Frank Sinatra
That's blood, that's gang, yeah, we on some ganger shit
I ain't gon' fight my ho today, I'ma just Mace the bitch
I pay my lawyer good money, now case dismissed
I pay my lawyer— case dismissed