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