Hustler Musik - Chopped & Screwed

Hit me

Shit, right in the sternum this time, T-baby

You already know

You already know

You already know

Damn

This that hustler music

Young Wezzy got that motherfucking hustler music

So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn

Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one

I'ma paint the city red with this one

I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy

Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just

That persistence, with that commitment, if

I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight

I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne

And if the kid ain't right, then let me die in this song

See I be riding, just riding alone

With my daddy on my mind, like, "You gotta be kidding"

How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king

Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'

So I be, who I be, that's me

That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the motherfuckin'

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

Money is the motivation, facing the avenue

Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun

Gotta run when I hear the bird call (brrrr), damn

Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off

You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (ah-ah)

Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it

Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in

I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in

Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof

Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth

I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"

There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two

If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second

Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing

I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing

I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

I ain't never killed nobody, I promise

And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track

And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!

That boy'll lay flat, so flat

That act is what I perform amongst you haters

Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating

Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?

Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in

Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba

Streets reply I look right in a four-seater

You know I be out here, right in a four-seater

Top floor of the Four Seasons

Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up

And look I got some

And only one know how to bag, bitch, bundle up

See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up

We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here

Doing what I gotta do for me and you

And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you trippin'?

I'm taking these chances

My head to the sky, my feet on the ground

My fingers to the judge; if the money don't move

Then I won't budge, won't budge

No, I won't budge, no, Lord

Man, man, this be that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all

So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all

I'm asking y'all, please, please

Young Weezy got that hustler musik

Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik

Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah

It's trill shit man, it's real talk man

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy

It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go

I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is

Better guard your kids, guard your face

Better guard your body, we warned the place

We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga