The streets the hustlas Hustlas make the go round The is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is from hustlas
See how come back round for ya Gotta cop it, it and cook it See how shit come round for ya Gotta in the oven, now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door but you can't the hustle But I, it's like a of twenty one and I got nineteen And my but I put more 'd' on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man, I'm that And I'm in the saggy lens Me and my squad in the waggy tally Benz And you I put the mags on that 45 mack the flash on that, who want it
Everybody sing
Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got riding in my And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got hustle in my I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]
Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
And when I move, I out with the raw I move out with the squad to his we ride We so mob, I throw lives and to live For my loaf of the people's player I did what the culture said and I live by the of Nostre Cid Fuck around, I'll your shoulder from your head Get it right, I'm a till I'm dead This kid in white with inside that bled
I'm o's of lots of haze I'm so and really I don't even know why But oh, I just go, buy a whole And lay my mat down, lay her back But I never put my down
You see the in me You Weezy, he the young son of Bubba-B All my shorts where the thunder B If you want it come for me, I'm right here
Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
I'm G'd up, only follow the code of the bad to die good Know how to move when hustling by the day with no But just so I can eat and ain't it a And if you see me getting fat I'm probably rich And you probably can come see me for some before six And after that all bricks
My fate and my is wrapped around this eight And my arm because the dirty is straight Vietnam I skate with the bomb, I'm asking you don't with me at all hit your ass and make three of y'all It'll three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints 'Cuz I did and I do shit, better than new shit
Fit for two clips, the kid is a Oh man, inspired by his own gangsta music and the blueprint Cruising through the stoop the ewe lit Like, oh shit this is more weed, it's 500 degreez
Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And shine 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people